Saturday, January 01, 2011

Trigger, my midwife and new year.

And here, finally, is a picture of our son -- he looks a bit rough, as this was taken about ten minutes after he was born.

1. I apologise for my tears to the lady on the NCT breastfeeding helpline. "Don't worry," she says. "At this time, pouring a bowl of cornflakes makes people cry."

2. With it being a bank holiday weekend, it's a bit of a lottery as to which midwife will do the home visits. I am very pleased to hear the voice of my usual one when Nick opens the front door.

3. At midnight, we wake to the muffled popping of fireworks across town. I take Alexander to the window to watch the green and red chrysanthemums hanging in the sky. Happy New Year, Baby Badger.

Morning, errands and entertainment.

1. I murmur an acknowledging greeting to a passing bin man. He is a well brought-up African and replies with eye contact and a warm 'Goo...