When did it suddenly become Christmas Eve? And why did no one warn me?
I guess the whole baby thing has compressed the last two weeks into something of a blur. I don’t want to sound like one of those depressing “but we’re muddling along” Christmas letters, but it has been a heck of a couple of weeks.
We’re still riding on a cushion of Ollie goodness. He’s sleeping anywhere from 6 to 8 hours a night, and is an absolute darling excepting for a couple of hours a night around 6 or 7 pm. I understand among existing parents this is called either the ‘witching hour’ or the ‘arsenic hour’, so nothing to worry about there. Continue reading “Christmassy”
The lawn kinda got away on me while we were busy popping Ollie out, so as a bit of a new father’s present, I hired a big nasty self-propelled mower for half a day. What a beast! Continue reading “Propulsion”
This is what I had typed up last Sunday when trying to start a new blog entry: “Yep, we’re still waiting. Official due-date is Monday, but then (as we keep hearing like a broken record*), first babies are always late.”
Well guess what, we’re not waiting any more! We’re home from the hospital with Ollie. What once was an abstract concept that related to something in mum’s tummy, is now a living, breathing, 9lb 4oz, bouncing baby boy.
The adrenaline started pumping 10am Monday when (then) mum-to-be called me to say that the midwife had sent her into the hospital with high blood pressure. It’s really hard to describe now how we felt then. When you have no idea what is going to happen when, and how, it is difficult to feel apprehensive. Continue reading “Still Waiting.. NOT!”
Not only have I offended mum-to-be’s sensibility by implying that she seemed much more prepared for Ollie’s arrival than I, but she has disclosed that just like me, she has no fricken idea.
What now!? Neither of us has the foggiest idea what to do when we get home from the hospital. Sure, I guess you stick the little thing in some nappies and clothes, make up the bassinet and jam it in there, but what then? Continue reading “Trouble”