I am pleased to report that my day at home, alone, with both my sons, has been a triumphant (albeit trying) affair. I am exhausted, exhilarated, proud, perturbed and sweaty! We did Lego, we built a train track, we made cookies and decorated them, we managed to break a mixing bowl without it being a catastrophe and we bonded and laughed and played.
I am too tired to share all the details, but it might be one of my favourite days of all time!One big highlight was giving Rian his milk. There is something magical about your infant child laying comfortably in your arms and happily suckling from the bottle you're holding for him, and I can only wonder at how amazing it must be to breastfeed; to have that incredible connection and to be providing for your offspring in that way. There aren't many things that make me envious of women, but I envy them that.
Philippa came in looking amazingly relaxed and gave me the biggest kiss I've had in months. She said 'The nicest thing about the whole day was the fact that I wasn't worried. I knew you'd cope, and I knew you'd be great, and I can't tell you what that means to me.'
And hearing that was the nicest thing about MY whole day!
And that's saying something, because the whole day has been close to perfection.
RC 4-3-23
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