Wednesday, July 05, 2006
The story so far
Now, this is a joint blog so references to "me" should be taken to potentially mean Ali, Stephen or even both of us... but in this case, for avoidance of doubt, it's Ali writing. The references to my pregnancy are likely to have given it away here, I guess.
Rory is three and a half months old at the moment and this seemed as good a point as any to sketch in the story of his wee life so far...
He was born on Tuesday, 14 March 2006 at 3.01am - some 13 days overdue (we were expecting him on the 1st of March!). He weighed 7lb 11oz (3.49kg in new money) and was 53cm long. Longer than your workaday ruler at school, then, but probably not the size of the big ruler you might have used in Technical Drawing class.
He was born by emergency C-section, due to possible foetal distress (he turned out to have been absolutely fine). This, and having to be induced, was the only hassle of an otherwise pretty nice pregnancy.
Actually, the anniversary of us finding out I was pregnant has just passed and it's amazing to think that it was over a year ago - the thrill of it is really fresh in my mind. I had just come back from a trip to Aberdeen with work - it was our first consultative event on the National Transport Strategy, since you ask (!), and very useful it was too, so there - and on the train on the way back I was tired beyond and in a different way to anything I could remember feeling. Highly suspicious. The next morning we did the test and it was positive. That was a happy day.
After he was born, Rory wasn't called Rory until he was a couple of days old. We weren't sure what his name was, at first. He had been going to be Innes, perhaps, but didn't seem to suit the name when he was born. He was a very self-possessed little bundle with big blue eyes and a steady gaze. And an understandable focus on drinking as much milk as much as he could possibly stuff in his mouth. This is still very much a big part of his life.
Quite a few of our friends are having babies at the moment, which is lovely. But he's particularly blessed I think because he also has a beautiful, dark-haired baby cousin in Isla - born this year on my birthday, 2 April, and the best birthday present a doting auntie ever had - and will have another one soon when Matthew and Susan have their little one in about four weeks. So looking forward to it. Aren't babies brilliant?
Rory is three and a half months old at the moment and this seemed as good a point as any to sketch in the story of his wee life so far...
He was born on Tuesday, 14 March 2006 at 3.01am - some 13 days overdue (we were expecting him on the 1st of March!). He weighed 7lb 11oz (3.49kg in new money) and was 53cm long. Longer than your workaday ruler at school, then, but probably not the size of the big ruler you might have used in Technical Drawing class.
He was born by emergency C-section, due to possible foetal distress (he turned out to have been absolutely fine). This, and having to be induced, was the only hassle of an otherwise pretty nice pregnancy.
Actually, the anniversary of us finding out I was pregnant has just passed and it's amazing to think that it was over a year ago - the thrill of it is really fresh in my mind. I had just come back from a trip to Aberdeen with work - it was our first consultative event on the National Transport Strategy, since you ask (!), and very useful it was too, so there - and on the train on the way back I was tired beyond and in a different way to anything I could remember feeling. Highly suspicious. The next morning we did the test and it was positive. That was a happy day.
After he was born, Rory wasn't called Rory until he was a couple of days old. We weren't sure what his name was, at first. He had been going to be Innes, perhaps, but didn't seem to suit the name when he was born. He was a very self-possessed little bundle with big blue eyes and a steady gaze. And an understandable focus on drinking as much milk as much as he could possibly stuff in his mouth. This is still very much a big part of his life.
Quite a few of our friends are having babies at the moment, which is lovely. But he's particularly blessed I think because he also has a beautiful, dark-haired baby cousin in Isla - born this year on my birthday, 2 April, and the best birthday present a doting auntie ever had - and will have another one soon when Matthew and Susan have their little one in about four weeks. So looking forward to it. Aren't babies brilliant?
# posted by Thebellmagees @ 9:33 pm 
