Paige

She's 52cm, 3.345kg at birth, probably lots more now, since i'm actually retiring some of her new born clothes. She sleeps like an angel, feeds like a barracuda, coos a lot and hardly cries, unless I've delayed her feeding by a substantial amount of time. She's the spitting image of Maeve when Maeve was born. in other words, once again, my progeny looks exactly like her daddy. She is exactly as we prayed for and we're still in shock that God humoured us and answered our prayers to the T!

As for pregnancy and delivery and the afterwards bit, lets say I'm done for now (although you may want to ask me again in a couple of years when amnesia and old age have set in). I've clearly forgotten just how painful everything is when I asked God to give me another little miracle...and its all rushing back in triple speed. Thank God the bleeding nipples have healed thanks to Paige's ability to drink expressed breastmilk from the bottle (which gave my poor abused boobs a break to heal), and the C wound wasn't any more painful than i remembered, although i really don't want to be cut up again. Funnily enough, my bladder hurts. Why this is so is anyone's guess and i hope its not because they left a pair of scissors or something in me. i hope its just one of those things when you do an operation. some part has to hurt.

The good thing is I've got a confinement nanny this time round, which really makes me the queen bee. it is heaven to be able to pass Paige to her when I'm done nursing at night. no need to change diapers, no need to wash and sterilise the pump, no need to cook or even make my own breakfast...how wonderful is that! So while I'm paying good money for queen bee status, I might as well really just laze in bed with good and easy reads. I'm almost done with the entire collection of jodi picoult paperbacks and now looking for another author whose books i can devour by collection. The wonderful thing about this confinement nanny is she also turned out to be exactly what we prayed for, that is, 7 years experience, speaks english, pretty modern, good sense of humour. We knew we had a match when the agency introduced her as Christine. we all fell in love with her when she smiled and showed her dimples and starting chatting nineteen to the dozen. Even in small things, God is faithful and He honours our prayer requests, no matter how trivial it sounds.

As for Maeve, she's reached almost saint status by the amount of love, care and thoughtfulness she's been showing. I expected a little acting up, a little jealousy or attention-seeking behaviour, which is all natural, but amazingly, zilch. she's been nothing but wonderfully positive (can anyone beat her comment at the hospital, "my sister is the most beautiful girl in the whole world". "more than you?" someone asked in jest. "of course! she's more beautiful!" so says the older one, beaming with pride.), very caring towards me ("mummy, you need to rest in bed because of your operation", "finish up all this red date tea mummy, its good for you") and a real delight in every way.