Sitting

As the title of this post suggests, Stella is sitting! ...albeit not for long periods of time before a slow topple - left, right or backwards - but she is sitting on her own :) 

All dressed in her party gear (for Pete's 40th), we went down to Danger Beach for Geoff to have a swim.... we had a wonderful time with her sitting on a towel on the sand! :)

I've been pondering our labour and birth experience quite a bit this week & I am really pleased to find that I I no longer find myself dwelling on & feeling traumatised by the events leading up to Stella's breathing her first air. Time really does heal. The more I get to know this amazing little person, the more I really am grateful that she is here - however she was to arrive! I read a bit about 're-birthing' : the healing of a traumatic birth experience from the baby's side & from what I've read, I don't think (in my un-educated - only intuitive experience) that her birth was something that traumatised her - She was so amazingly 'solid' throughout the whole experience. I just love that her heart beat remained even & that she was born so healthy and well. She continues to display immense stability in the way she handles situations.

Nobody can ever take the experience - the moment of seeing her for the first time: BORN! - away from us! I've re-lived it so many times in my mind & it really is one of the happiest sparkling lights in my collection of major life experiences.

All the time that we are able to spend with her - watching her every development - is so appreciated as special! Stella already has such a special relationship with her daddy...

...and I am just mad about my absolutely beautiful little girl! Everything - even crying - is loved!!!! I knew I would feel many of the feelings my mother must have felt as a mother of a little baby: Stella and myself are both first-born which really allows me to appreciate and understand the undivided 'alone' time that she spent with me as a new mom, with no other children to care for at that time. I was too little to remember my brother not being in my life, but I remember my sister coming home from the hospital with my mom; I remember feeling like all mom's time was spent on my sister...and I remember that I enjoyed 'being helpful' to my mom with the 'new baby' (I even remember coming up with some ridiculous names for her!!)

I cannot begin to describe how happy I am... how in love with my family I am.