Recovery continued at home...

Again, this whole period of time was a bit of a blur. I’ll try to keep it brief for both our sakes!

While Margaux, Thomas, and I continued to try to bond and work this whole ‘family’ thing out, Mum was working behind the scenes doing the various day-to-day operations – cooking, cleaning, washing etc. Bloody brilliant.
 

This really is going to be best expressed in photos with captions... currently I'm too inept to make any sort of montage, so you'll just have to see them in vertical descent!



Flowers sent from Bronwen, Amber, and Anna

 

 

Tucked up in her car capsule

 

A close-up of the star attraction



Bath-time has been a favourite time of day since birth!

 

 



Mamabear having a quiet moment with her first grandchild

 

Rita and Jean-Paul (Mammy and Pappy) arrived on the 7th, eager to see their latest grandchild. It was at this point that Thomas and I were relinquished of any need to hold Margaux - the grandmothers were on the case!

 

 

 

 

 

Poor Thomas was sick with bronchitis so was forbidden from close contact with Margaux as it was. As I mentioned in an earlier blog, he was running around trying to get her French passport sorted and going to work, as well as learning the whole parenting gig and trying to recuperate - plus working as a translator when needed...

 

 

 

But it was all worth it in the end!

 

 

That's Margaux at one week old - and it's the photo she'll have until she's 5 years old!

 

 

About five days had passed before I realised that Jean-Paul hadn't even held Margaux yet, so I set out to remedy the situation:

 

 

  Adoring Bouchery grandparents

Thomas and I occasionally got a look-in...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When Margaux was 12 days old, Mum, Jean-Paul, Rita, Margaux, and I set off for Lisbon. Unfortunately I think everyone thought that someone else had a plan or knew where we were going... as a result we spent 5 long hours with everyone politely trying to accommodate everyone else's needs/ desires, me wanting to sleep, no-one knowing where we were or what we were trying to accomplish, me trying to feed Margaux in public places for the first time, none of us speaking Portuguese... it was a bit of a disaster.







This photo was taken not too long before we left for home.. Jean-Paul had gone to find the car while we ladies had a cup of tea and a Portuguese pastry.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Pappy Pete arrived on the 15th, much to everyone's delight - especially his!

 

Dad, Mum, and Margaux explored some of the sights and coastline that make Cascais so beautiful, while I got some precious rest! 

 

Doting Randell grandparents

 

Sleeping Beauty

 

 

And then it was time to prepare for Christmas...