We’ve been in newborn heaven these last couple of months and as the fog of this wonderful, exhausting, precious time in our lives has started to lift, I wanted to write down these earliest experiences of Zayn’s life before they become a distant memory. I will never forget each of these moments but there’s something extra special when it’s captured in the written words of parents, someday to share with their growing children.
I didn’t think I’d have the time, energy or will to ever write up a birth story. Every detail of our labour experience has been deeply entrenched into my brain. I’ll never forget the moment I thought I was in labour. The first round of painful contractions. My attempt at washing my hair and blow drying before speeding off to the hospital. The heavy weight of my Sorell's. Even those moments where I wanted to hit Ali for doing nothing but trying to soothe me. I was a wreck, as any 7 day overdue, exhausted, hangry, labouring mother-to-be would be. But I still wanted to put into words the series of events that turned our lives upside down and brought us our first born beauty of a daughter, Hayat.