Both my obstetrician and the paediatrician asked if I was enjoying my holiday. Last I checked this was a hospital room. In a hospital. Sans bar. Or even room service.

When questioned about it, my obstetrician said that every time he comes in to see the two of us, my bed is made, I’m up & dressed with make up on, Bubba has a new outfit on, the room smells lovely & I’m generally having a cup of tea & there are cupcakes. Oh, and we’re completely relaxed.

It’s true I suppose. I’m just so glad to be feeling human again after the first 24 hours of utter hell. Feeding is going well & although I’m in pain still, I’m just so over the moon at my divine little love bug and can’t stop fussing. She, of course, is much more interested in (a) eating; and (b) sleeping, but in the brief times she is awake, she seems aware & not at all concerned by the millions of kisses & cuddles she’s getting. Lucky. She’d better get used to them!

We have had lots of lovely visits from friends and family, but we’re looking forward to going home to the fuzzy loves. Despite this amazing thing that’s happened, I miss the dogs & can’t wait for them to meet their little sister.

Nothing could dampen my mood right now. Not. A. Thing.