Archive for February, 2009
There’s no question that we were all relieved that what popped out (almost literally) was healthy etc etc. But I think more that a few in the family were hoping it was a girl (I suppose I should stop referring to Holly as ‘it’). Whilst Nicola’s parents had two girls themselves I’m certain that with two grandsons already on the scene the opportunity to do dolls and discos was pretty high on their wish list. Nicola, too, has these romantic visions of spa breaks and shopping weekends. Poor Holly has so much to live up to. :)
Yesterday’s visiting hours started at 2:30pm. The onslaught on anything pink began. I’m certain that had she have been a boy, a few nice things would have found their way in…but not quite to the same volume. Everything is pink. Not neutral, white or unisex but PINK!
Holly is doing great. She’s feeding well, which given our experience with Evan is a relief. What goes in must come out and that’s working well to boot.
The blob bottom left is Holly…can you tell from Evan’s expression?
Already in contention for ‘best big brother ever’ with a vow to not throw things at her
Yes Evan, it IS the end of world as we know it
Holly…already an ace at buying presents, gets to sleep with the Buzz lighthyear she got Evan
Ironically, not terribly different in size
The pink has arrived!
Nicola retells the entire story to her parents…AGAIN!
As a professional its important to understand how your equipment works. The unique properties of glass, humidity, light…not only the physics but the general science behind build and materials. Fortunately for me I rarely find myself tramping between a snowy winter wonderland at 5pm and a birthing pool at 8pm. (Hmmm…there’s a clue in there for the regulars)
Heed these warnings well and you too will find that this is NOT the first picture you took of you newborn baby girl
the fact I still watermarked this image is dumbfounding
To say that labour was quick would be a profound understatement. We were hiking our way up to a sledging hill at 4:00pm. We dropped Evan off at his grandparents at 5:20. We left for the hospital just before 7. In fact Nicola asked me the time as we were turning out of the village and I replied “three minutes to 7″. Ten minutes to Petersfield, five minute slow walk (with multiple contractions) to the ward and at 7:48 Holly arrived. For those of you with unsharp mask eyes (200, 2.8, 0) you might be able to work out that she was born in the pool.
That’s about all I have time for now. Evan meets his baby sister later this morning. So there will be more later this week. For now here’s a few snaps.
Just the other day I was chatting with an old friend from High School about living in the UK. They had just had a big snow and the question was asked do we get a lot of snow here. I chuckled and said no. I would like to say that I never win at the lottery either (hoping that perhaps, just once, I might tempt fate into my favour).
Stayed up late last night to watch the Super Bowl. Made it as far as in every other year…the end of halftime. The game was starting to get interesting and the lure of Bruce Springsteen was too much to miss. It would seem I missed (I did record it) a great second half and a fabulous ending to the game. I look forward to catching it soon.
You may have guessed…no baby. This is getting rather annoying now. Every tick in the box is there (stuff I won’t even explain as, let’s face it, childbirth is a rather messy affair) but the bubs just doesn’t want to play ball.
We met some friends on the common…Nicola isn’t much use on a sledge!
Evan and Robert
Yesterday…the things you can do when magic hypnotic box is on