Just checking in briefly, in between supplying drinks, to say we’re home. Still slightly shellshocked from how quickly everything happened in the end, but very happy.
I guess I got my come uppance for my practical joke on Sunday night, hey! Woke up about 2 hours later in the full swing of labour and had to speed to the hospital. He was born a couple of hours later at 7.15am.
The new owlet remains nameless thus far. He’s enormous, 10lbs 5oz and apart from the odd melt down when he gets hungry or a bit lonely, he is incredibly placid and peaceful so far, quite content to lie on my lap or in his rocking chair or basket and stare at his own hands.
Orlaith and Esme are completely entranced with him. Esme wants him on her lap all the time and held hands with him all the way home from hospital. Orlaith sings to him and is busy concocting ridiculous pet names for him.
So now we just have a few weeks/months of settling into the new pattern of family life as five instead of four.
And we need to find him a name…