Daddy's Boy

Our night on the ward wasn't too bad, certainly a lot better than the one night I spent in the post-natal ward at Stirling. When the midwives started their rounds this morning, they started with me as The thought I was the most straightforward case to discharge. Alas, it was not to be. When the paediatric doctor came round (the first one I saw yesterday) she said that their protocol says they need three consecutive measurements before they can be happy that there isn't a problem. As they'd only done two during the night, this meant starting again. And I was already feeding him, so it also meant waiting until his next feed before we could start. This is all because of the labetolol (blood pressure medication) that I was taking ante-natally. So instead of going home, we spent the afternoon sitting on the ward with Conor being wheeled off every couple of hours for more heel prick tests. Catherine and Scott had Orla today, and they brought her in for visiting. She had a balloon for her baby brother, and one for herself as well!

We finally left the hospital around 5.45 and were back home for 6.10, in time to see the last 15 minutes of the Wales - England game. Conor didn't bring England the good luck his daddy was hoping he would! He didn't bring Scotland much luck either, but it was a respectable finish for them anyway. Given the size of his thighs and the thickness of his neck, I wouldn't be at all surprised if we have a future rugby player here!