What a difference two weeks makes! This time a fortnight ago, I was 40weeks pregnant and enjoying those last few days of "me time", seeing my OB and being booked in for induction the following week if our wee girl hadn't made an appearance by then. A few days later, on my official due date, I went into labour somewhat dramatically - precipitated with my waters breaking hilariously whilst we were lying in bed on Saturday evening, with such noise and force that V heard them and felt the bed shake! Just under 5 hours later, in the early hours of the first day of Spring, I was being handed our little girl - the best moment of my life. God I'm such a walking cliche today LOL
V stayed every night in the hospital with us which was fantastic - so amazing to share those initial moments with him!