At last - photos!

Well, here is our gorgeous son, Jonathan. (I realise that being able to call Jonathan 'gorgeous', 'adorable', etc is only a possibility for a certain number of years before his sense of manliness kicks in and he insists on tougher kinds of adjectives...)


You can see the point about the eyelashes. As one of the Special Care nurses commented, they are really lovely eyelashes, but completely wasted on a boy. He'll never appreciate them!

When I downloaded the photos I remembered that we'd taken a photo of his nametags in hospital. These were interesting because they kept multiplying. Anytime a health professional was left alone with him they felt the need to label him again. He ended up with five. We did toy with adding another nametag with completely different details just to mess with them, but thought that it may be possible that they wouldn't quite see the humour in the situation.

There were also some photos of Jonathan's canula. It was horrible watching them put this in him (babies have tiny, tiny veins) and he bore up under the whole thing remarkably well. But once it was in, he didn't seem overly bothered by it. He loves sucking his hands, and one of his favourite things is to try and fit both hands completely in his mouth while sucking madly on them. I'm not sure what would happen if he ever managed to succeed. But the canula became a bigger version of his hand and he chewed and sucked on it with great enthusiasm.


The other thing he liked to do with his canula was bash things. In particular, the side of his cot was a favourite target. He'd lie there placidly making little snuffling noises and suddenly there would this series of thuds. The first time it happened (at about 4am) was quite alarming.


Thank you to the many people who have emailed or 'facebooked' us in the last week or so. We've appreciated hearing from you! Hopefully we'll be able to respond in the near future. Thank you to those who are continuing to pray for Jonathan. He has been putting on weight well up until at least Friday morning (when he was weighed last). He's been a bit unsettled since then with whatever tends to be described a 'colic' and this has really thrown our routines out the last three days (Friday night Mark held him from 11pm to 3am with almost constant crying and wailing) but might be settling a bit now (it's a bit hard to tell). All part of what my dear husband is fond of calling the 'rich tapestry of life'. JMB