I can’t quite believe it (I was convinced we were having a girl!) but at 1:53am on a stormy Wednesday morning – missing my birthday by less than two hours – our second little boy arrived into this world, delivered by our local home birth midwife on our playroom sofa.
Weighing in at a whopping nine pounds nine ounces, with a thick mat of black hair, long legs and surprisingly long fingers and toes, he was perfect, looking surprisingly like his big brother when he popped out (if not a little more purple!).
We called him Hugh Orlando. Hugh, as it was one of our favourite names right from the start, which also holds a special place in my heart as it was the name of my beloved late uncle. And Orlando, well, just because. Although, I must say, remembering his name has been much harder than I expected. In the first three weeks of his life I’ve already called him Teddy, Stewie, Rory and even ‘Thingy’ on one occasion. While I blame ‘baby brain’, at the very least I can finally forgive my mum for mistakenly calling me by my brother’s name all my life.
As you can imagine, it’s been a pretty full on few weeks (hence my radio silence on here!). Managing the needs of a breastfeeding newborn and an increasingly demanding two year old have been nothing if not a steep learning curve; just about bearable while I was off on paternity leave and we were two against two, but definitely more of a challenge now that I’m back at work and Rosie is officially outnumbered.
But our family and friends have been incredibly supportive, sending food, helping out around the house and looking after Teddy for a few hours so we can get some rest. Not sure what we’d do without them!
As baby’s go, I’m pleased to report that Hugh seems to be quite a chilled bean, thank God. A bit windy, seriously snotty, but very cuddly, interested in the world around him (much more alert than Teddy was at this age) and partial, like his mum, to a leisurely soak in the tub.
Plus, thankfully, his big brother seems to love him as much as we do (he calls him ‘Baby Hoo’!), always wanting to “hold Baby Hoo” and “kiss Baby Hoo”, and only occasionally deciding to whack “Baby Hoo” over the head or poke “Baby Hoo” in his tiny baby eye! So, you know, classic big brother behaviour really…
That’s all for now folks, but keep your eyes peeled for more updates (once I’ve caught up on some sleep and can keep my eyes open for more than five minutes).
So, all that remains to be said is:
Welcome to the world little Stewie/Rory/Thingy/Hughie/whatever your name is! We bloody love ya!