Our lives have been invaded by this thing called “Oliver”. Today is day 14 of the invasion. We are slowly figuring out the quirks of this being. So far, we know that he needs to be fed every 3 hours, does explosive poops and sleeps quite a fair bit.

And that we have fallen in love with it, hook, line and sinker.

I am fortunate to have an easy baby (not that the delivery was any easier). Oliver was born 3 days overdue, and in my opinion, not a moment too late. We had chosen to have Oliver delivered on 27 Jan cos it would be nice to have the weekend with him. Labour was looooong and dear Oliver had the audacity to fall asleep inside whilst I was going through contractions…meh. Having said that, I now what it means when mothers say that the labour was worth it when the baby is born.

Ayep. It is all worth it. For now, it’s dealing with the diapers, feeds and lack of sleep.