Little Alana Charlotte finally arrived six weeks ago. We are in love. Her arrival took a very long time and was a little traumatic, but of course I’d go through it all again and many, many times worse to bring her home. We were so well cared for during the days leading up to her arrival, and for the birth itself. The names Donna, Karen and Jane will forever make me think of the wonderful women who helped Alana into our arms. I still can’t believe she’s here, she is perfect. Even the sleepless nights are awesome, mostly. Insomnia kicked in early in my pregnancy, and now I have a tiny human to share the awake with. We chatter and read stories and rock and sing back to sleepiness, and I feel grateful for every minute.
Before she was born and I was blogging a little I was careful to keep mention of her separate, knowing how difficult sudden mentions of pregnancy on blogs that weren’t usually about such things can be for some, including me. I’ve been thinking about how to go on from here, maybe to create a separate blog for motherhood posts but I’ve decided against it. So much of my crafting now (and I am still crafting!) is for Alana that splitting things up would be hard. But I do want to talk about our adventures together.
I know that some have found their way here because of similar journeys with loss. No-one who has lost a child, or doesn’t have a child while wanting one, for whatever reason, wants to hear complaints about motherhood. Negativity will not appear here. Just as every niggling pregnancy symptom made me think ‘yay!, this means my baby is alive and growing!,’ every nappy change and cry has me thinking the exact same thing. I am truly grateful for it all. We feel so lucky.