welcome to the world, our little valentine...

So here she is, our little girl, born at 6:30am on Valentine's Day. She came into this world strong and determined, just like I felt she was in the womb. Her name is Laly (pronounced lah-lee) - it's a French name Romain and I picked out many months ago but we wanted to meet her first to be sure it was right, and as soon as we saw her we knew that she was indeed our little Laly...

This has been an incredibly intense journey from the very beginning - the pregnancy, birth, and these first two weeks of motherhood... what a ride, it's like nothing I have ever experienced. Even though I've always admired and respected the mums of the world, I have a greater found respect for all mums past and present. This is one tough job. But just take a look at these photos, they are snippets of the glorious moments to be cherished...

Everyone tells me it gets easier and that by week 6 or so, routines can be established and sleep can be had. I am counting on it. And I've learnt this: If there is one way to be sure you are living in the moment, have a baby.

Wow, we are a family now: Valentine's Day for us will always be when two became three.

xx