If I were writing this blog solely for other people, now would be a good, if somewhat belated moment to discontinue it. I don’t think anyone reads it any more.
If you think I should abandon this blog, just let me know. Or rather, don’t, because you’re not reading it, anyway. Just fail to comment and I’ll figure out on my own that I should be spending my time more usefully.
Anyway, to the business at hand…
Ilias is now just over a week old. He’s made his inaugural trip to Bagels & Beans, twice in fact, but slept through the experience both times. For Sarah, too, it was the first time outside the door in a week. I’m sure that felt good.
Ilias lost his umbilical cord after just three or four days. It dried up and dropped off as expected. I’m always glad to see that shrivelled black thing snap off.
Sarah’s mum is struggling somewhat with Ilias’s name(s). It’s a grandparent’s prerogative, I suppose. Apparently, Sarah’s brother is planning to call his next child Hawk, Hawkin or something like that. I think that’s the greater challenge, personally. Ours names are much better, but then I would say that, wouldn’t I?
Laura, our midwife, came here yesterday for a final visit. She brought with her a dried placental membrane, which she has framed for us with a handwritten account of the birth. It’s an instant heirloom and something already very special to me.
It was also Grietje’s last day today. Woe is us, now our maternity nurse has gone. It has been a pleasure to have Grietje around and the children were, by now, very accustomed to her presence. She will be missed. It’s all down to us now, as our routine reverts to something resembling the pre-Ilias era.
Ilias underwent his hearing test yesterday, which he passed without difficulty. He also had blood extracted from his heel to be tested for various diseases.
His weight has almost returned to that of his birth. Some loss in the first week is completely normal and he should grow beyond his birth weight in the next couple of days.