Several weeks ago now – but still noteworthy, Baby and I nipped down South to Christchurch – for another conference. This time – the National Homebirth.

Suffice to say the three days was as cozy as a good wrapping from an old, feels-right blanket.

But the stranger half was being a single-baby mama again.

A sweet, in-depth and luxurious task, I found.
A moment to enjoy looking in only one direction again.

Life’s a whirlwind, otherwise.

But, thankfully, one in which the singular parts are each as beautiful as the whole effect.

. . .and for the first time, upon arriving home I was greeted not with “Mama!”, but “Bebe!”. Clearly the new hierarchy is well established.

Thanks to the Manawatu Homebirth Association for sponsoring my whole trip! You can read my report on the conference on their blog.