Everything smells like milk.
Precious and fleeting, these newborn days roll into each other as Percy slowly unfurls. We spent his first week in bed and while he slept I drank tea and ate cake; essential ingredients for an enjoyable babymoon.
We are so blessed with two sets of doting grandparents who have been here every second day; washing, tidying, ferrying the kids to school and making sure the evening meal is ready when hunger strikes. Poet's preschool organised a two-week meal roster for us which began today - two weeks of nutritious meals made with love. Indeed, we are lucky.
For now and the next while, I'll take it slowly. Whilst my body has recovered well, I'm still tender and tired. I'm resting while I can because all too soon, we'll be full-swing into our new kind of normal.