This weekend I got to have one of those beautiful moments that you maybe only get a few times in your life (unless you are a midwife…) – snuggling with a two day old baby.
I have Afghani friends who had just moved to Antwerp. Rasmus and I had been invited to dinner by some other friends in Antwerp on Saturday night so I called up my Afghani friends earlier this week and arranged to drop by their new house in the afternoon to catch up.
Friday night I called to confirm timing and was told “well, we’re not actually going to be at home – the baby arrived at 3am this morning!” Yey!!! There is nothing I like better than the chance to hold a teeny tiny baby so I immediately got the name of the hospital and headed there yesterday.
And spent an hour and a half refusing to give her back up to her parents or proud big sister…
