Today we woke up after a long night of baby teething, snotty nosed snoring and Ila-Rae crying for more bottle but not wanting the milk when she had it. It was a groggy Monday and if I had let it set the tone for my week I would be in for a miserable one!

I’m used to running on little sleep, but I do see the impact of a bad night versus a decent one… so instead of starting the day with books and breakfast, I went to the kitchen, made myself a tea and grabbed some fruit for skewers. We had a picnic breakfast right in our bed with me enjoying the warmth of my tea instead of leaving it to get cold while chasing cranky toddlers around.

I sat there with them, watching them push the fruit onto skewers as I bounced on the birth ball – something I am trying to get them used to because we’re into the final months of pregnancy now – and all I could think was, how perfect this morning actually was.

My beautiful babies had muslin cloths behind them for runny noses, Theo was still sleepy and almost stabbed himself with the skewer, Ila-Rae was half crying about her molars and half concentrating on the apple she held; and I bounced there with a tea and my notebook, marveling at how lucky we are that this was our Monday morning.

No rush for school or nursery

No push for books or experiments or class

No specific reason to go downstairs

So I grabbed my pen and wrote out the first half of my fantasy labour – and it started exactly like this morning… with a beautiful slowness and peace. With me watching my children and allowing love to take over entirely.

I began to create the perfect image of my love bubble… and though of course nothing is set in stone; I am going to try and manifest exactly this for us. This morning, in 2 months time… slow, peaceful, filled with small laughs and concentrated faces. A perfectly ordinary morning, and yet an extraordinary day.

Xox

Rohana