9th February 2012 - part 3.


Mummy and I spent our 1st night together bonding, I decided to help her by having 3 dirty nappies before Daddy arrived in the morning just so she'd have done mummy-stuff for me.

I tried to feed but I am awfully impatient and Mummy's nipples are a bit small and flat for my liking so I didn't take much, Mummy tried to tell the midwives but they said I was OK as they kept cutting my feet to check my sugar levels (because of the tablets Mummy had to take before I was born.) Mummy wasn't convinced but decided the midwives must know best.

Throughout the night Mummy kept calling me a name, which wasn't one that had been chosen for me, it had been considered but not seriously, however it seemed to suit me and when she asked Daddy he said it was a perfect name and so that was that.

Eventually in the early hours of the morning (of 10th February) a midwife came and took the catheter and needles out of Mummy and she was finally able to move around and hold me properly, Mummy couldn't sleep even though she'd been awake for 3 days and nights, she just looked at me, cuddled me and told me she couldn't believe how perfect I was. By the time Daddy arrived the next day she said I definitely felt like her baby and she felt like she'd known me forever.

Somehow over that night my red hair turned blonde!