I don't expect most of the planet to have any interest in this, but it's here for family and friends and the idly curious.
"Sooner would I stand
Three times to face their battles, shield in hand,
Than bear one child." - Euripides, Medea (trans. Gilbert Murray)
Helen Ip Yee. In an incubator because she was a little bit premature, but she weighed a respectable 2.7kg at birth and should be transferred to a cot tonight. Camilla is in remarkably fine fettle.
She had to spend a bit longer than expected in the high dependency unit because she needs phototherapy for jaundice.
I'm getting the hang of bottle-feeding and burping Helen, and can change her nappy. That's only the start of it, I know, but I figure I have at least a decade and a half before I have to explain the Central Limit Theorem to her.
In cleaning mode, trying to get the house ready for Camilla and Helen. Must remember to drink coffee and eat breakfast at some point, though!
I understand the idea of K-selection, but humans really do carry it to extremes.
If I'd cycled to the hospital this morning I would have got there nearly half an hour faster than I did driving. I had to walk to the car - a couple of minutes away, since I had trouble finding a parking spot last night - remove the snow from the windows, get through the traffic from people dropping kids off at the local primary school, get up Divinity Rd with regular stops to let traffic go the other way, spend nearly ten minutes trying all the car parks before finding a spot in the one furthest away from the Women's Centre - which meant an eight minute walk to get there.
Camilla has been discharged but is still in hospital so she can look after Helen, who still needs phototherapy for jaundice. This is not unusual for pre-term babies.
I've just done the 8pm nappy change and feed while Camilla catches up on some sleep. (Also did 11am and 2pm, so I'm getting reasonably good at this.) I'm not supposed to stay past 9, but the midwife has agreed to let me stay till the next feed at 11.
Watching a little baby with adult-size hiccups is a bit disturbing, but it seems it's perfectly normal.
We registered Helen this morning, and have lots of copies of her birth certificate. Really supposed to be going home today, but it's 5pm and we still need to get a paediatrician to sign Helen out. So I may get one more hospital cafe dinner.
Home at last! The story continues.