It’s a contradiction in terms, I know, but I am impressed with Dutch birth bureaucracy. I registered Lucas’s birth only yesterday, but already the bureaucratic machine has swung into motion.
Luckily, Lucas was asleep, so he made no sound while his hearing was being tested. We’re pleased to report that both of his ears passed the test without issue.
Eloïse never had the hearing test, because she was born in the US, where the test isn’t performed (unless the child is born in hospital). Indeed, the way she ignores our instructions sometimes, we do wonder whether she’s deaf, but it’s just healthy infantile contempt for our parental authority, of course.
Afterwards, it was the turn of Lucas’s foot for the heel prick. He didn’t even wince as his foot was pricked and a few drops of blood were drawn. If we haven’t heard anything after three weeks, it means that all tests were negative (which in this case is positive, if you see what I mean).
I registered Lucas with the doctor this morning and arranged for the birth bed-pan to be picked up tomorrow. It wasn’t actually used during the birth.
We’re pretty much on top of things here, not in the last place thanks to Cora, who continues to endear herself to us. Expect to find us suffering withdrawal symptoms after next Monday.