Being a mother is such a beautiful experience and a plethora of emotion served to you at an overwhelming magnitude.

I always wanted to be the one in charge. Not a leader or a boss but a Mum ! When kids in my class spoke of being Doctors and astronauts, I was busy day-dreaming of swaddling a baby and naming them. I often joked I’d have 26 of them, name them A to Z; drive a bus to the grocery store or to church with all children. (Never thought of a husband) not sure how I thought these 26 children would appear.

So it’s but natural that being a mum was such an accomplishment, when I finally had my sef. It’s like I had been training for 29 years to have hands on the job. I was excited to do so many things with this little human. Most of all dress him up and play with him.

My 37 weeks of wait drove me insane. I am the worlds most impatient person and it took a lot of tamed energy to get by every week.

At first, I got myself every app there is and every book, blog and study material on pregnancy read up. I monitored the growth of my little blueberry, kiwi, pear and all the way up to a watermelon.

And then sure my parents, brother and husband were also well informed of weekly development. ( Non-Mothers for you the growth chart in fruit )