My delicious p.j pile consists of organic sleepwear c/o Sorella and Me (the pants are exactly the right length, if you're a shorty, you'll know how awesome that is) and a cute Bambi set by Arabella Ramsey for Target.
I often read beautiful stories of blissful baby moons where mothers and their new-borns bond at home over breast milk and cups of herbal tea. In these stories, they stay in the quiet comfort of their bedrooms while friends and family nurture them with hearty meals and back rubs.
These women walk out of birthing suites (sometimes hours after giving birth) with a new born babe in arms, ready to hibernate in the comfort of their own bed, with their own linen and their own pillow. Their husband and additional children quietly coexist in the home beside them.
While I simply adore the sound of the above, it's just not reality for me.
My kids are LOUD and they move so quickly- like lightning. They jump on the bed too, can you believe it? Each and every morning they climb from the foot of the bed to centre, right between Dave and I. There they wiggle and squirm and kick until someone gets them a cup of milk.
For me, a baby moon in the hospital hotel is just perfect*.
Four days of dinner deliveries, ready made cups of tea and semi stale biscuits in plastic wrappers is my idea of bliss.
Four days a beautiful, nurturing midwives popping in for chats and blood pressure checks- maybe even a nappy change if i'm lucky!
Each morning Dave will arrive fresh faced and well slept (ehum, not) with a hot cappuccino from the cafe down stairs. Together we will sit and watch our new human and talk about the perfection we've created whilst drinking our caffeine. Our children will be lovingly entertained by our friends and family while we enjoy a few very sacred days of new born bliss- in the hospital.
While I love the notion that home is the best place for a woman to recover from birth, I can't help but propose that maybe, just maybe every woman is different, every birth is different and what is 'best' is diverse and varied.
Yay for motherhood and diversity and modern medicine and acceptance and hospitals and semi stale biscuits!
YAY FOR BABIES!
In all seriousness, I have had SUCH positive experiences in the hospital after the birth of my babies. The midwives have been exceptionally caring, patient, understanding and nurturing. It's such a happy time for me, those first few days of new life where everything in slow and simple and quiet.
Tell me, where did you recover from your birth/s? What was it like?
*and a requirement of the necessary caesar that i'll be having. Gotta make the most of it right, positive thinking and all that ;)