I took the above photo last week, on Monday 4th January :: the views from my Attic window have been extraordinarily beautiful just lately, the wintery white countryside and the glow of morning light have combined to make everything look so magical.
Last Monday, on the morning that these photographs were taken, I got out all my new calendars and began to contemplate the business of being in a new month and a new year. I started to write my customary January Calendar post (which will come soon), and set about telling you a little of what I was feeling at the time. I was pondering the fact that I had only two more weeks before Baby-day (I had an elective cesarean section booked for 18th January). Was thinking about how huuuuuuge my belly was and how tired I was beginning to feel. I never got chance to publish my January post that day, because I was taken unexpectedly into hospital with very little time to prepare.
During that previous weekend I'd been very busy exhausting myself with tidying, arranging, sorting and nesting in the little bedroom that we've made into a nursery. I made and hung curtains. I filled drawers with little tiny vests and sleepsuits, with nappies and muslin cloths. Arranged a chair with crochet blankets and cushions. Stood and looked out of the window at the familiar view of the houses and rooftops that make up our street, and thought how beautiful it is to see a patch of golden sun streaming in through a window to light up a room.
And I tried to feel ready. Ready for Bump24 to become a Little Person.
As it turned out, I had no choice but to be ready a whole lot sooner than expected....and in so many ways I am really glad that I was spared the extra waiting, the extra days of plodding. But my goodness, the past week has been so stressy at times! I'm trying not to dwell on the negatives, trying very hard to apply my usual upbeat take on things and to concentrate on the Good. I keep telling myself that what took place in hospital (which was at best a challenge, at worst an anxious tear-and-snot fest) is in the past, and what is happening right now is sooooo much better. I am home, and I am slowly on the mend, and I have the most gorgeous new baby boy to fill my heart with joy.
My View this week, which you can see above, is mostly being taken from the sofa. Due to my blood pressure still mucking me about I'm spending huge ammounts of time with my feet up, snuggling with Tiny Man under soft ripply waves. Not moving from one hour to the next. Feeding, snuggling, sleeping, cuddling, marvelling at little teeny tiny feet and teeny tiny hands, at the incredible softness of baby skin.
And I've been using my enforced feet-up time to read too :: reading through your wonderful messages of congratulations which have poured into my little blanket-wrapped sofa-world has been AMAZING. Thank you all so very, very much. AmAZing I tell you.