This is not my most flattering photo. It is almost unflattering but a very precious moment I will always remember.
The wet, squirmy and wailing baby thrown onto my chest the moment they got him out. All previous fears I had of carrying a soft and fragile being were instantly gone! All I remembered was the warmth of his body against mine.
Mummy instincts, they call it.
Here's a better photo with my little darling.
Happy 7 weeks old baby!
And Happy Birthday papa N!
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