Fitting Into The Family Unit

Our Lily will be three weeks old this Sunday.  Hard to believe.  It feels like she has always been here.  She is slotting into our family unit quite well.

We're going along okay.  Besides me having mastitis this week, I'm doing fine.  On Wednesday night I felt like I was dying, I was shivering beyond control, rugged up in bed.  My bones ached, I had a headache from hell.  I knew I had the symptoms of mastitis and saw a Doctor yesterday afternoon who confirmed this.  I'm now on a course of antibiotics and am still feeding the little one well.  

Grandad and I took Lily on her first shopping expedition to Marina Mall during the week and she quite liked being pushed around in her pram, all bright eyed and looking cute.  She fell asleep and I forgot what it was like to 'browse' without a child who likes to look at everything and states what she likes, dropping hints on telling me she'd 'like' this, that etc.,  Give Lily a few years and she'll be just like Monet I presume.  

Today Lily experienced her first luncheon outing, at the German Restaurant at the Beach Rotana Hotel.  She slept for a while until she decided it was time for a wail but we coped.  

So we are trying to carry on with family life as if Lily was always here, and we're all doing a mighty fine job if you ask me.  

Just don't come knocking on our front door anytime soon, our villa looks like a bomb has hit it, but we'll get around to cleaning it up one day...