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There's just nothing like 'new mommy' hormones. Better than chocolate, I reckon. Here are some photos to keep you entertained while I try and remember the events surrounding Pippa's birth... I don't even have words to express what I'm feeling here... She's actually crying here, but she's still pretty cute! Me and my 'Mini-Mes' There's just nothing like 'new mommy' hormones. Better than chocolate, I reckon. Here are some photos to keep you entertained while I try and remember the events surrounding Pippa's birth...

Philippa Jane was born this morning at 3:53AM, weighing 5 pounds 12 1/2 ounces. Pictures have been taken, but haven't been uploaded to the computer yet. The birth was perfect, and we're both well - and obviously, home less than 24 hours later. Taking a few days to rest and get to know each other. Photos and birth story to follow in a few days! XOXO, Sarah

I've been getting emails from friends, offering encouragement, which has been fantastic. I got an email from a particular friend, (you know who you are) that just pierced my heart. I have been so absorbed in myself, that I have stopped appreciating what a miracle it is to be able to carry a child in my womb. So I thought I would write down some thoughts, dedicated to my unborn child, and in honour of this friend.   +++++++++++++++++++++++++   You are forming, in the secret place where time means nothing, yet everything   I treasure our private times, the hiccups the nudges, like we have our own jokes between us   I long to meet you, kiss your feet, smell your head But I already know you, my miracle, my blessing   I've been getting to know you for a while now and soon our bond will include so many other people   Maybe it's selfish, but I don't think I'm ready to share you after all?   Stay where you are, for as long as you wis

Maybe it's not just me, but the fact that I am human. I don't know. But this whole process of letting go of stuff and delegating is HARD. Example: This morning, my darling husband washed a couple of loads of laundry. It was killing me, people. Not knowing what temperature water he used, did he use fabric softener, did he wash Charlie's clothes separately, did he separate the clothes or did he just throw them in there? When I asked him what he had washed, he replied "Bits and pieces". Maybe it's because laundry is my all-time favourite task, or maybe I need to seek some professional help for my laundry 'issues'. I just have a specific way of doing things, and don't like having my system messed with. I'm the same way with other things in my life - I have a certain way of folding the clothes, a certain method of washing dishes (plastic, drinking vessels, plates & bowls, pots and pans, cutlery), etc. I've relaxed quite a bit, b