After 18 difficult hours we are proud to announce the arrival of our long-awaited poo this morning at 9:36am, measuring approx. 6mL. Mum and baby are tired but happy, and are expected to make a quick recovery... until the next one.
Honestly, though, I've travelled the world, eaten delicious food, been to incredible concerts, met wonderful people... yet somehow now I find there's nothing QUITE so satisfying as a good "squirt" sound and the look of surprise and then contented relief that appears on my newborn's face. I can think about poo, pray about poo, read about poo, and talk about poo with my husband for hours in the day. More experienced parents - when does the magic fade? ... and until then, what are your best newborn poopy stories?