10/07/2025
𝗢𝗻𝗲 𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗸 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗣𝗼𝗽𝗽𝘆 𝗚𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 💫
She didn’t arrive in the way I pictured.
Her entrance wasn’t exactly 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭 — more like a whirlwind that cracked us wide open.
Hospitals, bright lights, beeping machines, decisions I never expected to have to make.
A body pushed past its limits.
A heart stretched even further.
But now… we’re home.
And home has never felt safer.
There’s a kind of peace in these four walls.
In newborn cuddles.
In the rhythm of feeding, crying, sleeping (sometimes).
In watching become the most devoted Dad and Husband — doing legit 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 so I can focus on this tiny girl who has completely rearranged my heart.
My Mum, who was here with helpful hands and quiet strength.
Our private midwife — truly one of the best decisions we made (if you’re curious about this experience, reach out and ask me).
The bubble we’re in… full of raw, teary, smiley, messy, sacred beauty.
And honestly — I don’t think anything prepares you for the magnitude of this experience.
From the beginning of our desire, the mental, the physical, the emotional distraction of it all. The let downs and the letting go.
The miscarriages. The IVF. The wait. The endless wait.
Then pregnancy, then birth, then travelling home.
The trust of self and love that’s required to withstand all of this is immense, not to mention the never ending layers of surrender.
Maybe you haven’t had or even desired to have a baby.
But I know you’ve had your version of this.
The moment where everything changed.
Where life cracked you open and rebuilt you with softer eyes, stronger love, and a deeper sense of what really matters.
This is one of those seasons for me.
And I’m holding it close.
Big love,
Kerryn x
PS I’m still feeling into how much of Poppy I want to share in this space — but because so many of you have followed our journey so tenderly, I wanted to let you in on this sweet first chapter 💕