Dear Dot, you are a week old today.

Last Sunday the weather was the same. Grey, rainy. Dad, dida and me were as sleepless then as we are now.

But you are actually with us now!
Physically here in my arms. You are no longer a kick in my rib or a hiccup in my belly. You are an actual person and a really handsome one at that!

Today when I am trying to re-live last Sunday as we anxiously awaited your arrival, it all seems a blur. I cant remember the pain, the fatigue, the fear, the excitement. All of that has been re-written by this one full sleepy-milky daze of a week you have spent with us.

As we try to learn to become your parents, you are probably frustrated at our inability to tell your cries. But be patient with us. We'll get there.

For now we just want you to know, you exhaust us but not as much as you fill our lives with joy.

Welcome to the world :)