Day 32.

Plum was born with a tongue tie, an incredibly minor condition where the membrane that connects the tongue to the floor of the mouth is abnormally short. This makes the tongue limited in movement, resulting in poor feeding, which in turn means poor sleeping.
We took little one to the doctor today, to get it released.
I can safely say that it is one of the worst feelings , the betrayal of handing your child over to experience pain. Chris and I just looked at each other as she cried and fought back ('atta girl), trying to sooth her with our voices.
Afterwards she looked like a little kitten who'd been left out in the rain.

Sorry :c

Day 31.

Another not so great market haul;
A poppy embroidery and a turquoise bangle.

We had lunch with Chris's family for his dad's 60th.
First grandchild and 60 in the same year, no biggie. 

Day 30.

Family picnic.

Day 29.

5 weeks of you in my life.
I get to know you more and more every day. Your body is gaining strength, you wriggle in my arms and smile when I kiss your nose.

Day 28.

Throwback Thursday.
The first time Willow ever saw sunlight.

Day 27.

Today was our last meeting with our midwife, Lynden :c
I know that every pregnant woman or new mother says this, along with "I think I should start a kids clothing line", but midwifery is the greatest profession of all time, and I have seriously considered becoming one.

Oh yeah, Plummy got some nature baby treats. Still no pink, but hearts are pretty girly.
I'm finding it really difficult to dress my child like a girl.

Day 26.

“Normal day, let me be aware of the treasure you are. Let me learn from you, love you, bless you before you depart. Let me not pass you by in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow. Let me hold you while I may, for it may not always be so. One day I shall dig my nails into the earth, or bury my face in the pillow, or stretch myself taut, or raise my hands to the sky and want, more than all the world, your return.” ― poem by Mary Jean Irion

A day in photos.

The wee hours.

Saying goodbye

Getting ready for a bath

Pretty petals on our walk

Determined tum time

Not so determined.

Lunch.

Therapy.