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.
Yesterday wasn’t just the first chance for Grandparents to meet Holly but also Evan. Evan’s been saying for months that he wants a girl baby (lucky eh). He’s given ‘baby’ a kiss most days and has been holding on to baby’s bunny. Just how the first meeting would go was going to be interesting. The GPs (grandparents) dropped Evan by and let us have a few minutes, just the four of us. Evan was a bit bewildered. Just sort of walked in, made eye contact and then stopped dead. He just didn’t know what to make of her. He slowly moved around her cot. I asked him, “do you want to hold Holly?”. “No”. I picked her up and he got a little closer. I put her back in the cot and then he decided it was time. “Can I stroke her?”. After a few minutes I asked again and this time he was happy to hold her. He’s not quite up to the whole floppy head thing yet. You could almost tell that holding her was something that he knew we wanted him to do. He would look at her, look at me, look out the window. Eventually he said “I’m your big brother” (or should I say bruvvah, even though he lives on the Hants, Surrey, Sussex border the whole Portsmouth accent seems to be taking hold) “My name is Evan”. After that it was back to normal and eventually he was more interested in the toys in the family room and the fact he was meeting his cousin for dinner later. Later he said to me “I will be good with Holly. I won’t throw things at her”. Well…that’s a relief
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!
So far, so good. We’re probably coming home today. Just depends on Nicola…ta for now!
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