A week ago goldengrove
was sitting and trying to breath through contractions while I ran around throwing things into bags and trying to remember not to forget anything. Today I am sitting here digesting sausages and hoping that Hamish went to sleep when I left.
I wasn't at the hospital all day - there was a chance that they would be coming home today, so I had house things to organise. As it turned out, that didn't happen - both Liz & Hamish are still at the hospital, but if the blood tests come back ok tomorrow, it may well happen then. He was still on the UV baby grill when I went home, hopefully staying asleep.
He's showing a lot more animation.. by which I mean screaming. We've decided to rename him Hamish Cantankerous Annoying Drake; we still haven't handed in the paperwork, so it is doable. Its frustrating because he's screaming due to hunger - we're trying to feed him, but he's so worked up that its not happening until we can calm him down again. He had two small feeds today, and so when 8pm rolled around he was starving. He had a good go at one breast, then a bunch of expressed breast milk (I find it hard not to giggle at 'ebm', I blame shemjaza
) and was still trying to suckle my fingers when I was trying to burp him.
I noticed last night that he has the Healey eyebrows - they sweep back into the hairline with no real break. I told my grandmother this and she laughed. goldengrove
's mother is convinced his hair (currently light brown) is going to fall out and be replaced by red. There's no small amount of redheads through the families, so its possible.
I find myself biting my tongue a lot around midwives - they have a moderately limited sense of humour when the kid's father is suggesting selling them off for organ on the black market for instance. One or two of them tho, have that evil glint in their eye and sometimes let something wrong slip :-)
Not much else to report - being there only half the day probably. Most of the photos I took today are not for public consumption, but