I often say that I'm not keen on newborns, I've never been one of those women who goes weak at the knees at the sight, touch or smell of one of the tiny squalling creatures. But newborns and my newborn, my Nell, are completely different things. I am indeed quite weak-kneed before my beautiful serene last but not least.
Things I love about Nell:
1. The little glug glugging noises she makes when she drinks milk.
2. Her drunken little face when she surfaces for air after the glug glugging.
3. Fart smiles. Who says they're not "real", they're real as far as I'm concerned.
4. The complete and utter confidence with which she sleeps in my arms.
Thinks: I might make a recording of her crying and hide a machine about my person that I can surreptitiously play to make them hurry up whenever they're faffing about. Which is quite often.