Day Jar View

It could be too good to be true, but Max’s first night was a bit of a breeze to be honest. He went down at 8.30pm, woke at 2am for a feed, slept until 5.30am for another one, and then slept again until 7am when Amelie announced her presence.

If that continues we’ll be well chuffed, but don’t want to count the chickens just yet!

Max William King

Well, today was a big day. It saw the arrival of my 2nd child – a bouncing baby boy, whom we’ve named Max William King. I say bouncing, as he was 8lb 7oz, which, if he’d been allowed to bake another two weeks as nature decrees, he might have ended up nearly 9lb – I think then they might have had to fit a sunroof, rather than just a letterbox!

He looks a lot like his sister did when she arrived, which I suppose is no surprise, given that they have the same parents (I think).

Funny thing was, although today was a BIG day, it also felt like quite a small day: we weren’t that nervous about it, we had everything organised, and the NHS were, again, more than up to the job. So it all felt pretty normal, like maybe going to the dentist (albeit for a MAJOR extraction).

Tomorrow I’m going to take Amelie over to the hospital to meet her new baby brother, and I think that will be when it hits home. She’s been our life for the past 19 months, and we’ve been hers; and yet tomorrow we will introduce someone else equally (if not more so for a time) important than she is – poor kid! What will be going through her head when she sees this thing taking up all Mummy’s time, and being held all day long!

She’s such a character, that I don’t think it will faze her too much – although she might crank up the attention seeking a little bit, just to see if she can get noticed.

Father of two eh? Who’d have thunk it.