Babies are noisy and messy. I'd forgotten just how noisy and messy they are. It's a real challenging whirlwind of a situation having a near-three-year-old and a newborn in the house, but it just all feels so right.
I have to give us credit for the way we timed our new arrival to fit nicely in between half-term and Christmas. It means I have quite a quiet period at work, so it's fine to be staying at home and helping out in every way I can.
Delivery companies and couriers must make a fortune out of people having babies. I've lost count of the number of times our doorbell has rung with a new bunch of flowers for Philippa or some kind of toy for little Rian. Even Mathew has had a few presents turn up.
I'd forgotten how panic-inducing it can be to suddenly be responsible for a baby, which is essentially a completely useless item that will perish if you don't give it your every moment of attention. The key, mentally, is to just deal with one thing at a time as it happens, and not spend every waking moment terrifying yourself with thoughts of what might be to come.
Having said that, this all feels absolutely fantastic.
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