Hours would pass while we stared so lovingly at our baby. We were mesmerized by his perfection, amazed that we had created something so beautiful, overwhelmed that he was ours.
In our house, we call this phase.. where you are so infatuated by your new baby.. a Parental Daze.
I have memories of us going for long walks, taking it in turns to push the pram. On more than one occasion, we would find ourselves in a bush, off the path, because we hadn't been watching, we had both been staring at our baby.
Hubby, never has been a fan of shopping, but when he is pushing the pram, he'll shop with me for hours....A pram completes a man...he tells me.
I'd wake up, in the middle of the night, and go into C's room...just to watch him, my angel.
I loved washing C's clothes, so little and cute hanging on the line!
Such beautiful memories and such a magical time. I wonder, if the Prental Daze ever wears off?
