Hi Hal, it’s half-past twelve in the morning and you finished struggling with your insides about half an hour ago (looks v. sore, lots of grumbling and crying). You’re almost three weeks old and are sleeping in your little chair on the dining room table. I’m doing some writing at the same table and giving your wee rocker a nudge whenever it looks like you’re stirring…
In days of yore, before Donkey was published using movabletype, I wrote an application to publish this blog. Like most of the software I’ve created, it was pretty rubbish, but in fairness, it did support three growing blogs well enough in the early days.
Well it’s been a week now and Hal is eating non-stop (even makes sucking noises in his sleep, Nick’s nipples are taking a serious battering) and developing well.
Last night early this morning I had a session with him and he managed to look me in the eyes. His limbs are still all folded up and we’re swaddling him, but I’m guessing (because my memory of CLF as a baby has been erased by her growing up…) he’ll limber up soon.
OK all, no time to reply to emails, have just woken up and must rush back to hospital. The potted bits:
So C, it was a Tuesday afternoon, the 7th of February 2006. When I got home early you didn’t seem surprised and you didn’t notice that Mom was writing times down on a piece of paper and bouncing with intent on her large rubber ball.
Cally has taken the time to reply. Thank you Cally:-)