Herispeak

  It's been two weeks since Jacobi's birth and I am now more settled. I have finally come to accept that I am now a mother although I am still struggling with the new things that come with it. For starters, there are the physical changes plus the aches and pains of childbirth. Apparently, these aches don't just disappear after a few days. Some of them have lingered along but are thankfully getting better by the day. There is also the matter of how my body has changed from that of a supple, young woman...to that of a....hmm...well...that of a mum!  My tummy still looks like it's holding another Jacobi in there and my bossom is "full" for lack of a better word. So full that I feel like I might keel over if I bend forward too much. Full and heavy with milk. THEN...THEN there's that feeling when milk is checking in which is just the most weird thing! For the mum's out there...I know you KNOW what I am talking about. It's like a tap is opened somewhere

  JACOBI I could hear the shrill sound from a far...but for some reason, I couldn't quite figure out what it was. It was interrupting my dream....the dream where I was on a beach, sunbathing under a coconut tree whilst sipping on a pina colada with a little orange umbrella. That's the life...isn't it? I was just about to take a long sip out of my cool drink when the sound got even louder and I paused midair...still holding my cocktail glass.. to listen. It sounded familiar...and urgent....like I needed to respond to it immediately. I listened a bit more keenly, with my hand still suspended in the air, midway to my mouth. FINALLY...It dawned on me that it was simply the sound of a baby crying...My baby!  Wait a minute.....I have a baby....and it's crying. Abandoning my little holiday at the beach, I wake up to reality, a bit startled at the sound of this little human crying. It is our first night home together. I don't know what time it is,...only that it is an ungod