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From the minute we learned Meghan Markle and Prince Harry had welcomed a healthy baby boy in the early hours of Monday, May 6th, we’ve all been anxiously awaiting our first glimpse at the new baby. 

And finally, the wait is over!

Harry and Meghan showed off the baby—whose name is Archie Harrison Mountbatten-Windsor—at Windsor Castle this morning.

Harry cradled the couple’s son as Meghan looked on, beaming. She told press, “I have the two best guys in the world so I’m really happy!”

Awwwwwww!

The couple also posted a few sweet photos from the meet and greet on their @sussexroyal Instagram account.

 

Meghan’s mother, Doria Ragland, who lives and works in Los Angeles, was in Britain for the birth of her first grandchild, and will reportedly be on hand at the couple’s home for awhile as they adjust to life with baby.  

Here’s hoping they can all settle in, catch some rest, and enjoy these precious newborn moments with their adorable baby boy!

 

 

 
 
 
 
 
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World, meet Prince Harry and Meghan’s new baby. Swipe right for a closer look at the new arrival. The Duke and Duchess of Sussex showed off their 7lb 3oz boy to the world for the first time since he was born on Monday. A beaming Meghan told the world’s media that she has “the two best guys in the world”, saying it was a “magic” time. Harry claimed credit for the baby’s great temperament, adding: “We’re so thrilled to have our own little bundle of joy”. Today the baby is meeting his great-grandmother: Queen Elizabeth II. As for the name? We don’t know yet – so “Baby Sussex” it is for now! Tap the link in our bio to see more images of the newest member of the Royal Family. ?: Dominic Lipinski/PA Wire #royalbaby #royalfamily #BBCnews

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Carolyn Moore

Carolyn has served as Editor-in-Chief of Her View From Home since 2017. A long time ago, she worked in local TV news and fell in love with telling stories—something she feels grateful to help women do every day at HVFH. She lives in flyover country with her husband and five kids but is really meant to be by the ocean with a good book and a McDonald's fountain Coke. 

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