I vividly remember the first day that I spent alone with my newborn baby. She was two weeks old by then and we had enjoyed precious family time before my husband had to return to work. There had been a flurry of callers along with daily visits from the postman who brought gifts and flowers from further afield.

For two weeks my baby girl and I had enjoyed the company of others. And then, with the click of the front door, it was just the two of us. We fell into a routine of sorts, me drinking cups of tea and languishing in pyjamas, her, feeding and sleeping in my arms while the day went on regardless.

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