Today I received my first letter.. Thanks Montse! (and sorry for being so sleepy - I'm a growing girl!)
Today I had some flying lessons..
I had a nice day talking to grandpa John
More mooching around, Granny Helen comes over for a while.
Really getting to grips with this poo-ing thing. Granny and aunty Neena come round and visit. I have fun with them and they give mum and dad some lessons in being parents.
I quite like scaring mum and dad by sneezing three times in quick succession. It's only fair to get back at them for getting me this twee bed to sleep in.
Took mum and dad shopping and I bought a microwave so I could sterilise my feeding bits faster.
Community midwife comes to visit and sticks something spiky in my foot but I'm getting used to these annoying people and am very brave. Lots of people stuck things in my foot in the hospital and everything is happy otherwise.
A nice day at home while mum and dad run around trying to feed me every three hours. It seems to take them about four hours to do it so it isn't working very well and they keep annoying me when I'm trying to get some kip.
Dad comes back from the shop to find Mum has fallen asleep next to me.
After staying the night and having another check-up, I get sent home in the afternoon.
I have a chat with Laurence in the bay opposite. His mum wasn't told about caesareans and feeding either so he ended up starving for a while. He's OK now but his parents were quite upset.
I finally spent my first night at home and just about manage to sleep through.
Had a nice time in the hospital in the morning. You can see the tag they put on my foot and my mum was very pleased with me.
Got sent home in the morning and was very good on the journey home. I pretended to play with dad for a bit but I'm actually much more interested in my digestive system.
Still didn't feel like eating and no one had told mum and dad what to expect. When mum phoned the hospital to ask, they said I should come in and get some extra food. I get given some SMA Gold which I find very tasty.
Mum is starting on the way to recovery and looking happy.
Granny comes round to say hello.
But I'm not really interested in anything except sleeping.
Despite much wiggling, I can't quite pop out through the normal exit. Doctors say the safest thing is a caesarean section which is a little bit more tricky for mum but easier for me. Mum gets a booster to her Epidural to take the pain away and they take me off to a high tech operating theatre.
They put up a small green tent on her tummy, make a little hole and pull me out. Dad and Mum stay talking outside the tent and are too scared to look inside. When they take me out, I scream which makes mum and dad very happy.
The midwife hands me to dad and I sit on mum while they tidy up after the operation inside the tent. They weigh me and find I'm normal a fairly normal 7.5 pounds. Time of birth is 11:28am.
I share a trolley with mummy and they take me off to post natal. As you can see, I'm not very impressed with the plastic box they put me in -
But mum looks happy.
At 6am, mum discovers I might be making my way out soon, phones the hospital and they ask her to come in. They had expected to arrive on the 13th but I like to be early.
Mum looks fairly sensible from the front but a bit wide from the side
Dad isn't sure if I'm hiding inside or if mummy has just eaten a lot of pies.
Mum gets let out for good behaviour. Being out of hospital is nice and we can relax at home
Mum has been over doing it and rushes in for a checkup at the hospital. The machine says she has high blood pressure and they say she has to stay over in case that causes us problems.
(The times on the photos are british summer time - maybe daddy thought december was summer.)