Our Girl

So, you might have noticed I’ve been a tad quieter than usual of late.

This is the reason:

Miss Tessa Tiger

Miss Tessa Isobel Alwyn Gordon, born 16/5/2012, 2136 grams, 44.5 centimetres long and 6 weeks early. She’s minus 3 weeks now and feeding like a champion, sleeping for Australia and wiggling at child prodigy level.

Leigh and I have never experienced a love like this before. We finally “get” all the parents who say that it’s all-consuming. The moment she was born she became our everything.

This poem, a favourite of mine by John Donne, explains it better than I ever could:

The Good Morrow

by John Donne

I WONDER by my troth, what thou and I
Did, till we loved ? Were we not wean’d till then?
But suck’d on country pleasures, childishly?
Or snorted we in the Seven Sleepers’ den?
‘Twas so; but this, all pleasures fancies be;
If ever any beauty I did see,
Which I desired, and got, ’twas but a dream of thee.

And now good-morrow to our waking souls,
Which watch not one another out of fear;
For love all love of other sights controls,
And makes one little room an everywhere.
Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone;
Let maps to other, worlds on worlds have shown;
Let us possess one world; each hath one, and is one.

My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears,
And true plain hearts do in the faces rest;
Where can we find two better hemispheres
Without sharp north, without declining west?
Whatever dies, was not mix’d equally;
If our two loves be one, or thou and I
Love so alike that none can slacken, none can die.

Tessa Tiger Gordon, welcome to the world. Your dad and I promise to love you, feed you, keep you warm, make you safe and stroke that little fluffy head of yours whenever you cry, for as long as you want us to (i.e. by the time you’re sixteen you might find this a bit annoying and embarrassing).

We hope you always smile just like you do now, all the time. We want you to know we will always be grateful that you hung in there and came to us. You were a long time coming, and it was a hard road getting you here but none of that matters now.

Love you to bits, my darling wiggly thing.

And I know everyone out there will be understanding if I continue to be slightly quiet on the blogosphere, or if I instead start writing daily blogs about tiny feet and blowing bubbles.

They may not be as biased as I am. They may not think you are the most awesome, sweet, superhero baby that ever there was (they’re wrong), but they’ll understand it when I say I’m utterly, completely in love and it’s something that, for the very first time, I can’t put into words.

3 thoughts on “Our Girl

  1. Lovely tribute to your little Tess, Kate! Wishing you a wonderful time with your baby, these are such special weeks and months when motherhood is brandnew and your are like wrapped up in a soft cocoon together.
    Oh, does she have stripes yet? 😉
    Congratilations again!
    Yvonne (friend of your MIL, Laurel


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