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A Blessing

Any day now, three of my dear friends will be bringing babies into the world. I wanted to write them, and all mums, a blessing.

I have many hopes for you. Many wishes.

I wish that when your journey toward meeting your beautiful baby begins you’re excited as well as scared, because of course it’s normal and right to be a little scared. It’s a powerful thing we get to do. Isn’t it amazing?

I hope you have support and love surrounding you from that first “is this labour?” thought to that first sharp intake of breath when you really know This Is It, and on to your midwife or surgeon telling you it’s time. I wish for you that you feel safe from beginning to beginning.

I hope your labour makes you feel powerful or it is just forgettable. That in a week you will gaze at your baby and think “I could probably do this again” Look at that beautiful baby you brought into the world. You did it!

When you feed you little one: I wish for every duct to remain unblocked, that you never have to send your partner down the road for cabbage, that your pump is always working. I pray not a drop of your expressed milk is ever spilled. Not one crack in not one nipple! That’s what I hope for you. I hope your supply is just perfect – not too little, not too much. And if it doesn’t work out, and somehow the universe doesn’t read this post – I hope bottles are guzzled with gusto, that milk is on special every time you go to buy it, that your snuggles are extra snuggly as your baby looks up at you their beloved mama.

I hope you don’t accidentally kill someone on Day Three. I wish your hormones to be completely under control. And if they’re not, I hope it all goes wrong in a hilariously harmless way that you can tell your coffee group about. I hope it’s such a funny story that they laugh with tears in their eyes and tell you that you should be a comedian. And in that moment I hope you feel overwhelmed – not by out of control estrogen, but by love from your fellow mamas. I wish you to always have a shoulder to cry on, someone to laugh with, someone to make you tea, and someone to gaze at your baby and say as their eyes fill with tears “you did so good!”

I hope you never have to clean your house. For at least nine weeks.

I wish that every cry can be easily hushed with a gentle pat. That there are long sleeps and good feeds. That car rides are easy, public transport always comes on time, visitors never overstay their welcome. I wish for you chocolate and cider, and sleeping on your tummy, and comfortable pants and good TV. I hope for visits from friends who have trays of lasagne for you. I hope for moments where you say “it’s honestly easier than I thought it would be”.

May you have unobtrusive but excited grandparents. Helpful family. Thoughtful and kind visits. May your buggy breaks never jam, your carrier always work the first time, no poo explosions in white clothes, and no vomit on your good clothes.

Some things I don’t have to wish or hope for – I know you will burn with love for your baby, I know those who love you will look at you with eyes shining because they’re so proud of you and so in awe of your strength. And I know you’re nervous about your first baby and how they’ll cope but I know they’ll fall more and more in love with your little one every single day. Just like you will (because I promise the second time around is just as earth-shattering).

And I also know if none of these things happen, if these wishes don’t come true, if these hopes aren’t fulfilled – I’ll be here for you. And you’ll do so well anyway – I just know it.

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  1. Perfect! X

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  2. This is just beautiful. From a mother who knows how it really can be at times. I hope all your wishes come true.

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  3. Reblogged this on nattybugle and commented:
    Something about Boganette’s writing gets me all teary. I blame it on the fact I am an old softie.

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  4. I cried! I was so touched. I was just thinking of you and your story of the coffee machine this morning as I was writing my post, A Memorandum to Hormones: those chemicals that got us into motherhood in the first place. http://wp.me/p5UDMq-VM. Then I found your post! I love it so much. It’s the perfect blessing.

    I also have a post coming about the perfect gifts for new mothers…. which you probably already know, but giving you a heads up anyway, with so many friends expecting. I made notes after I gave birth! Because I knew I would forget.

    Much love,
    Aimée

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  5. Lovely piece.

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  6. SUCH great hopes and wishes and blessings. I’ve just sent this to two friends expecting their first babes. Three years on, the emotions of this time still feel so close for me, too. This is a very moving piece.

    Thank you.

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  7. Whero

     /  May 4, 2015

    And 25 years on, seeing your three six-foot plus babies talking and drinking and laughing at the same jokes and playing football together and watching the same TV shows and lending each other books and money and BEING FRIENDS… unbeatable!

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  8. Beautiful words! True about having number 2, with the added bonus of seeing your first fall in love with their new Bubba. That made my heart explode.

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    • Yes!! I can’t put into words how special it is seeing the love big babies have for little babies! 😍 you’re so right.

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