A dramatic arrival

Tahlia's arrival wasn't without a little drama. Just to make things interesting.

Her dad Kane was restricted to the corner of the birthing suite with a rousing case of gastro. He had to offer support and encouragement from a safe distance so as not to get anyone sick. Sheree wasn't alone though. Her mum was there to hold her hand, wipe her forehead, and say all the right things whenever needed.

But the bug hadn't passed by the time she was ready to go home from the hospital because her brother Jake had it too. More vomiting than one household with a new baby needs to deal with. So mum and bub went off to Sheree's mum's house till the illness had passed.

Hello Tahlia. Welcome home. Finally. Yes, you are as cute as a button.



The gastro has gone now thank goodness. But I can't say the family is quite in good health. When I arrived I was greated by Jake and his plaster cast. He broke his arm that week, and now Sheree had a newborn and a broken toddler on her hands.





But none of this seemed to be fazing any of them. Sheree's always been a take it in her stride kind of girl. How would I know? Because she's my cousin. We used to make up dances to Belinda Carlisle together when we were younger. And yes, we were awesome.

Are you poking your tongue out at me little miss?



Taking it all in. Tahlia was six weeks, but so alert and inquisitive. She chatted up a storm. Put me to shame, and I talk a lot.



Who looks that hot six weeks after giving birth? Sheree does, that's who. "I look pretty feral today", she said. Pish posh!



And I've just got to add that Sheree, Tahlia and I are all lucky enough to have Elise as a middle name. That's a tie that binds, and is incredibly special to me.




With all the smiles and talking Tahlia was doing for me, I'm sure she's going to be a very willing model for me for years to
come.

Press play to view Tahlia's slideshow.



*Meaghan