With my first baby I was in denial that my life had changed forever - I jumped right back into afternoon teas, cafes, outings and brunches with Mum, dressing up, doing my hair and snapping Instagram pictures.
With my second, it was lockdown, and I was forced to stay at home and sip on pumpkin spice lattes. It was far more enjoyable and relaxed. I felt euphoric just being at home, getting out only for the occasional autumnal walk in nature. No cafes, minimal visitors, minimal pictures. I was still quite active, baking, though this time around I was photographing autumnal bakes instead.
With my third baby, however, knowing a house move was on the horizon, I was eager to spend the first few weeks in bed, at home, recovering, tending to myself and adjusting to this new phase.
