I haven't written in a while. Time slips away very quickly when your baby is in special care. But slowly at the same time.
I have found a small window of time this morning, and so I'm going to try and get things down. It helps me to get it all out, because I don't have many opportunities to find someone to talk to face-to-face. And I find that hard and really isolating, because I'm surrounded by amazing people, but I can't find a way to join them. I feel like that about many things in life at the moment.
I wanted to write an update on here, mainly because I have so many lovely people behind me and I physically can't reply to everyone, or possibly keep people updated properly. Which is something I hate.
Daisy is three weeks old tomorrow. And I can't quite get my head around the fact that we have a three week-old daughter who has yet to feel the sun on her skin. Or breathe in fresh air that smells like grass. Or to know what home is.
I want her home so very much. I can't stand it.
I have a daughter.
It's taken me a very long time to find the time, and the words for this post.
She's two weeks old. Two weeks and three days. And the beginning of her life so far has been one of the hardest and most beautiful times of my life.
Oh Bill. This is a hard thing to write.
I have wanted to write this for months and months. And I knew I had to wait. Because I knew there would be more and more that I wanted to say, as we got closer and closer to your little sister being born.
I don't really know where to start. I want to tell you how wonderful you are. That I love you. That you'll always be my best friend. And that I'll always be here.