Meet the (Mid)wife

This was my first day "at home". Boobie and Zaida are being brilliant at helping Mum and Dad out, but they do fuss over me. The place is starting to be inundated with congratulatory cards and flowers. Pity I can't see them yet as I'm still short-sighted and everything's out of focus.

Dad's been going camera happy.



The midwife Louise came and checked Mum, then weighed me. I weigh 2.18 kg, so I have pooed out approx 160g of meconium - wow. (They seem to expect that, as long as the weight loss is less than 10%. Cor - imagine 10% of yourself being poo.)

However the midwife said I looked jaundiced and wanted to join the worldwide conspiracy of people wishing to shove extra formula down my throat. I had actually puked up most of the hospital formula but they didn't understand that when I said, "waaaaaaaahhhh" and pulled my Miserable Face.