When they lifted him to show me I have to say I was a bit shocked. Even though it could have only been a boy or a girl, I’m pretty sure I would have been shocked either way, which doesn’t make much sense really. I don’t think I’ll ever forget the moment. It was just like they were lifting Simba up to present him to me. My lovely Irish surgeon beamed as she asked “did you see what it is?”. They all knew it was a surprise and the OHs reaction went instantly from unknown to amazed. I still couldn’t see and they did a second Simba lift to show me clearly. It was a boy!
And wow, they don’t lie when they say that a planned section is very different from an emergency c section. I laughed my way through it, albeit very nervously. What an amazing and supportive team of people in there. I am very grateful for what they did for me. All of them so helpful, all of them lovely and so knowledgeable in their own way. I may write about it in another post, I’m not too sure yet.
You can already see some our littlest mans personality. A very calm baby that becomes very hangry as soon as he’d like a feed. He’s like a baby bird with his mouth open ALL the time. He’ll latch onto anything and everything and is just so different from Little Z, who never ever wanted to feed (and frankly, nothing’s changed). This little baby will see me and open his beak wide open instantly, then stick to me like a little koala. He seems much more serious than Little Z, calm like his dad. Hangry like me.
Each time we look at him he looks completely different. It’s the strangest thing, I can’t work out who he looks like yet. I think I had the same thing with Little Z. I keep looking back through photos to compare. How similar they are, how different they are.
But it’s only Day 3 yet. I’m sure there are many many discoveries that will uncover themselves yet. Personality traits, features changing, facial changes. And eventually, a new normal for all of us.
For now though, it’s all very surreal. Some things are so much easier second time round, some things a bit more nerve wracking. I have two little boys. One still needing a name.
(Week 11 of Project 52 and linking up to Sunday Photo)