It's hard to believe that these pictures were taken only twelve days ago, on Easter Monday, when our big three finally got to meet our littlest member. At that point everything was still so raw, and fresh and real. There was still so much uncertainty... We were still in hospital, I was barely mobile and hadn't been home in almost a month. Our 34 weeker had only just graduated from NICU. The gathering of our little family... Complete at last.
They are imperfect pictures, and yet I think they will be some of my favourite ever Me and Mine pictures... Because they signify both an ending, and a new adventure.
These pictures signify the end of a difficult season. A season of separation as I was hospitalised for three weeks. A season of anxiety for both the safety of our baby and myself. They signify the ending of a traumatic birth, and the end of my last pregnancy.
But they also signify a new beginning. Our complete little family. Our little Elias, the last piece of our puzzle. A new adventure... For the first time in six years, we will be moving out of the newborn phase with our baby. The professionals have been clear that more children would be unwise. And I'm thankful to have my four babies safely here. I no longer take anything for granted.
And so we are ready to enter the realm of growing up... Of leaving the baby days behind us. Of new adventures with our little brood. And for that very reason, I'm going to make sure I savour every moment of this newborn haze for all its worth. I'm going to drink it in and enjoy every second... Every midnight feed, every long day. Because I know how quickly it flashes by.
This little family of mine. I am so privileged. Such a gift. Such a responsibility. A challenge and an honour... Thank you Lord.
Me and Mine in April...