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22 Mar
It’s strange to think Rosie was still in my belly a little over two weeks ago. In the final weeks, K and I had developed a day to day routine during what we called ‘the waiting game’. We’d wake up every morning and have our English milk tea with digestive cookies. I’d rub my belly and we’d dream about Rosie’s arrival and reminisce about the past (corny, I know). We’d go out for coffee and shopping during the day and end the night with me sitting on the couch with that 40+ weeks belly of mine, legs spread wide trying to induce labour. Before bed I’d enjoy Rosie’s constant kicking against the walls of my belly and make a wish to meet her the following day.
Now, two weeks after labour, what’s left of my belly is an empty, soft and squishy, pouch, uninhabited. But I am holding the most beautiful girl in my arms now. And I get to gaze at her pretty face and tiny hands and feet all day and it makes me the happiest person in the world (again, corny, I know).
We took Rosie on her first day out yesterday, carrying her in our stroller, the snappy new Bugaboo Fox 5 no less, my new extended belly. She slept like a baby all the way through. I imagine the smooth walking and the rocking back and forth resembles something of being inside a belly again, except without the additional service of being fed chocolate cream puffs and maritozzo’s all day.
Being outside for the first time in two weeks felt good. I want to show Rosie the world one day, with all of its beauties, treasures and sometimes uglies.
But all in good time, one stroll at a time.
8 Mar
A week ago, on February 28, I gave birth to our little Róisyne. Words cannot describe the feeling of becoming a mother. It is the purest sentiment in the world. I look at her and I see no fault. She is perfection.
This first week has been nothing but beautiful. Her sweet little voice when she calls out to us, her smiles that appear here and there that make you melt when you catch one, her infinite beauty that has stolen daddy’s heart from day one. It all makes the rest of the world dissolve into nothingness, leaving only the three of us here.
We’re still on cloud nine somehow, sleep deprived or not. I’m sure reality will hit us one of these days and we’ll have to come out of our bubble. But for now, we are so in love with this little one.
3 Mar
Early morning, a gushing stream
Signaled the arrival of our little beam
Of sunshine, a rainbow, a ray of light
Our princess to be, our surprise in the night
Not on her mothers birthday, though
No she wanted her own
She kept us waiting one more day
And claimed Feb 28 for her alone
A sweet little cry
As she opened her eyes
Róisyne Amelia Chan is her name
Our sweetest delight