Welcome Luca!

One load of washing per day!

Yes, the little man, who weighs in at less than 3 kilograms and is only 49 cms long generates one load of washing per day!

Maybe that isn’t the best welcome to my blog that my gorgeous son should have. Let’s backtrack one week.

So Daniel and I head to the obstetrician for our weekly check up last Wednesday. All’s well. Feeling fine. I’m just huge, tired and uncomfortable. But generally in line with how a 39 week pregnant woman should be feeling. The doctor is doing her usual poking and prodding my stomach feeling the baby and she decides that there isn’t enough fluid around the baby and that I need to go for a further scan to “check it out”. Check it out? That’s so casual! I was beside myself!

The next morning, as instructed, we go to “check it out” on the big screen at the ultrasound place. They, like the doctor, agree that there isn’t enough fluid around the baby so we sit and wait (nervously) for the doctor to call us to discuss the results. Then, in a whirlwind it’s decided that I need to have an emergency caesarean and soon enough I am at the hospital and in an extremely unflattering hospital gown waiting to be cut open.

After an epidural numbed me from shoulder to toe and the eight people in the operating theatre decided to get started. The doctor pulls out (they are Daniel’s words) a baby boy. WHAT?!? A boy? I had thought for the past nine months that I was going to have a little girl. I was surprised. I don’t know if it was the fact that I was loaded up to my eyeballs with drugs or the sheer excitement, but the doctor had to lean over the partition and show me. It’s a boy! Wow! I am just delighted, overwhelmed, overjoyed. I can’t list all the feelings I had all at once! I am now surrounded by gorgeous men, ALL THE TIME!

So at 7.20pm on 15 April 2010, Luca Mario was born. He weighed just 2.73 kilograms (I think that’s about 6 pounds old school) and came out just starving! And in the 12 days since he was born, he has made up for lost time with eating!

The dilemma started. I was HUGE, so I assumed that I would have a HUGE baby which would be in 000 size clothes. As such, the only thing I owned in 0000 was one jumpsuit, which Luca dirtied before we even left the hospital for our trip home. Lucky for me, Daniel’s cousin has generously lent me all the 0000 outfits she had. What a life saver!

So back to where I started. Somehow the gorgeous Luca generates one load of washing per day. Not even Mummy and Daddy can manage that!

I’ll blog about life at home soon. It’s been a whirlwind of limited sleep and limited eating (for Mummy and Daddy), not for Luca!!