Friday, April 29, 2011

Adjusted, voice and milk.

1. We wake late. I panic. And then I breathe, decide not to go to the health visitor's weigh-in, and we are on time again.

2. "He's really enjoying his voice," says the yoga teacher as she passes by. I hadn't thought of it like that -- I'd just been a bit embarrassed that my baby was the noisy one who chatted through relaxation. To be honest, it was more embarrassed-proud than your actual embarrassment. I  love our conversations, particularly when we're out so there's lots to talk about.

3. I have to visualise Alec to get the breast pump working, which of course, I like doing; and it's satisfying to see the bottle filling warm millilitre by warm millilitre.

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