With each of my pregnancies I promised myself I would spend the first month of our new babe’s life at home or in bed. Honouring a tradition of women being cared for after birth and letting their bodies recover while they bond with the new little life they’ve welcomed. I planned it all out except life seemed to barrel on when our first two babies arrived regardless of my plans. Theoretically a month long “babymoon” sounded good but getting out to see friends or to the park or just go buy some food seemed to get in the way. Florin however was intent to make sure every inch of his delectable newness was fully appreciated. Recovering from a cesarean meaning we are confined to bed – ‘forced’ to enjoy the most beautiful, fleeting days staring at this little person. Leaving the bed is painful for me so except for the toilet and shower I remain snuggled up all day, having meals brought into me, with this delight in my arms. I am grateful for this change of pace at a time where sitting and staring and being in love is really the most important thing I could be doing. Friends and family bring us flowers and food and my mum comes to stay to help us, a community we never knew was so strong until we needed them.