Last Thursday saw us attend our final midwifery appointment with Rosanna. She’s been such a large part of our life over the last ten or so months that it’s hard to imagine we won’t be seeing her again. At this point, she feels much more like a friend of the family than someone we hired to do a job. There were quite a few tears at that parting.
It was six weeks to the day since Eloïse had been born. She weighed in at 4270 g, which means she’s growing at a very respectable rate. Photos from week six of her life on Earth are finally available for viewing.
As our little girl puts on weight, her cheeks are filling out and becoming nice and chubby. It’s getting harder to fasten the nappy around her waist. That breastmilk is good stuff. She’s getting prettier by the day. All parents think their child is beautiful, of course, but I really think that Eloïse is objectively pretty. You see plenty of ugly sprogs out there, but she’s not one of them.
This is my last week of paternity leave. It’s been a great time and I’m going to make the most of the rest of the week, but the darkness at the end of the tunnel isn’t very far away now. It’ll be strange to be back at work again. It’s been so long since I was there that I’m feeling very detached from the place now.