13/02/2026
Stepping inside the sacred bubble,
There they are 48 hours into parenthood.
Still wrapped in that sacred, hazy bubble where time feels suspended.
The room is warm with emotion.
Soft blankets tucked around the tiniest body.
A bassinet standing like a quiet witness to a miracle.
Mum’s hair in a bun.
Dad hasn’t slept.
Their eyes are tired but they are the proudest eyes I’ve ever seen.
There are newborn sounds.
Little squeaks.
Stretchy fingers.
A yawn that makes everyone stop breathing for a second.
The first outfit carefully chosen.
Nursing sweetness in the corner chair.
A hand that keeps reaching out just to check, are you real?
The room holds it all.
The strength.
The tenderness.
The overwhelm.
The joy.
And I stand there quietly, honoured to step into their sacred beginning, to preserve the softness, the wires, the wonder… exactly as it is.
Because this is where the story starts.
