Emily (8 months)
I was really lucky because my husband was home for the first five weeks. We got to figure it out together. We both believed you can’t spoil a baby and agreed that we would respond to Emily whenever she needed us. My family are all in the South Island. They were going to be here for the birth but Emily was late and it didn’t work out. Later, when I was struggling I begged Mum to come up for a few days. I wasn’t prepared for the emotional side of it. I knew I’d be tired and sore but you need people to talk to. Everyone would talk about how fast it would go and that you need to cherish it. So Ben and I held onto that – when you’re up in the middle of the night rocking her and it’s the fifth time she’s been awake, just to be in the moment with her. Cherish the smells of her. She’s never going to be that small again. That really helped. One of my best friends told me the first two weeks are like the pits of hell, but the next two are slightly better. I had that in my head, knowing there would be light at the end of the tunnel.