The Bubble

"Oh, no! You just missed out on the best room. It had the best views and now you're just looking at the road," lamented the midwife as she wheeled me into room 59. 

I stood and moved to the window, the peak hour traffic rushing and halting with the lights, just beginning to sparkle in the fading daylight.

""No, this is great. It connects me to the real world."

Because it's hard to feel connected after you have a baby. Time stops. You and this tiny new life are everything.  The world revolves around you. Often literally when you are in hospital.

You are cared for, fed, the temperature of your body is noted, the level of your pain enquired after regularly.

Some women don't like hospitals. They can't wait to get home.

Me? I love hospitals. I love the bad food and the amazing midwives.

I loved my single room, my view of the traffic lights, the train station across the road. I loved the tiny television, the bed that I could buzz up and down.

Of course, I could not wait to get home to my sons. Each night when it was time for Bren to leave, I felt sad.

But I knew that this was a sacred time when it could all be about me and Harlow. 

In hospital, everyone understood the enormity of what had just occurred in my life. They circled around me to honour that, to care for me, for the tiny new life I had brought forth. Some of them had been there, in that very moment when my life changed (for the the third time) profoundly and irreversibly. They understood.

A new baby brings a rawness to a woman's soul. She is laid bare, vulnerable, even as she may be feeling she has just demonstrated the greatest inner strength she has ever known in order to birth her child.

Returning home to the reality of life, the simple joys, the mundane, can be jarring. The fanfare is over and life must go on. And yet….and yet, you still feel the rawness, the wonder. The birth plays and replays in your mind and, like a miracle, with each passing day, the memory becomes sweeter, something you could actually contemplate going through again.

And then there is the tiny baby in your arms whose precious face shreds your composure, every nerve ending alive with her wants and needs, your heart shattering and rebuilding over and over again. Because she is just that beautiful and somehow, she is yours.

So I sat on my couch and I cradled my newborn daughter. I watched as my sons walked out the door, a trip to the park with Daddy, in their wake the words, "Bye Mumma! Bye Harlow Rose!" and I held my baby ever closer and I sobbed because I have everything, absolutely everything I have ever dreamed of and yet part of me wants to climb back into that hospital bed, my baby in her perspex crib, and remain buffeted from the world. Warm and cocooned in this world where the miracle I have just taken part in can live on just a little longer.

Swaddled and held close. She needs it. Baby….and Mumma, too.

Hello friends

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I’m Angie!  I mum. I write. I wife. My husband would say this is the correct order.  He’s so neeeedy. I live with my family in Melbourne, Australia, where I complain about the weather for 90% of the year – but I can’t imagine living anywhere else. Except maybe in Lake Como, waving to my neighbours George and Amal each morning.

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13 Comments

  1. Rae

    I love this.

    You’ve expressed things so perfectly. Feelings i’d completely forgotten about, memories that have faded. So thank you for this beautiful little trip down memory lane.

    What a special, special time it is when you bring a child into the world.

    So blessed xx

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  2. Dani

    love the picture and well written just a beautiful view on it all

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  3. Angie @ The Little Mumma

    It’s such an amazing time. It’s hard to let it go…especially when I realise I will most likely not be treading this particular path again.

    Bittersweet.

    Thank you for reading, dear friend. xxx

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  4. Kelly

    Just beautiful Angie.
    You sum it up so well, I too love hospitals for for one reason why I am doing my nursing degree.
    Your words make my heart melt, and secertly want to do it all again.

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  5. Natalie Scira

    Poetic. I feel much the same way. My third (and final) baby is almost 5 months old and I want time to stand still. My heart is bursting with love for him – my sweet baby. I am savouring the moments with a certain sadness that comes with the realisation that this will be a series of “lasts” rather than “firsts”. Enjoy every moment xx

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  6. Angie @ The Little Mumma

    It really is a bit addictive, isn’t it, Kell?

    I was thinking, “Maybe I want to be a midwife?” but I realise I’m just trying to hold onto that magical feeling. I would pass out at the first sign of blood, I’m afraid!

    I think you’ll be a lovely nurse. xxx

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  7. Angie @ The Little Mumma

    Oh Natalie, yes. It’s so very hard. These moments are so fleeting. I was putting Zig to bed tonight just remembering when he was my baby and then his brother before him.

    And speaking of poetic, series of lasts? Oh my goodness, I think my heart just broke with that realisation….

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  8. Greta

    This is such a beautiful post about those sweet, sweet first days. And, THAT is the most beautiful nursing bra I’ve ever seen. Mine were white….and beige. Congrats again, Mumma! She’s gorgeous, as is her name.

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  9. Julia

    You did a great job of capturing those conflicting moments of post-baby. I think it’s the part no one really tells you about. I remember setting my daughter’s car seat down in our living room after we got home and thinking, now what? Of course your new life begins- but it is all new and confusing as well.

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  10. MJ

    I remember that bubble feeling all too well – those first few hours after giving birth are so surreal.

    Hope you are getting all the cuddles and TLC that you need. xxx

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  11. E

    beautiful. x

    I had very similar feelings about hospital myself – perhaps less rational, they had to peel my fingers off the bed to get me out of there – but you’re right – when you’re in that cocoon surrounded by people who know the enormity of what you just went through you feel a bit like a demi god!

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  12. Rebecca Farr

    I felt the same way in hospital Angie. You couldn’t have put it better. I went back a few weeks later when a friend had her baby and I felt like I was bursting for it to be my turn again… even though mine was only about 6 weeks old at the time.

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