Home, Sweet Home

[The baby has really landed!]

Yes, after her whistlestop caesarean experience (approx 52.75 hours hospital time) Libby is back home, with the new small person. She is still very sore (especially just before her next fix is due) but much happier being at home.

Caleb appears to be a fairly contented baby, as long is he is well (and frequently) topped up! In fact we were thinking last night that looking after a new baby (except for Libby's infirmities) is rather a doddle. There are several potential explanations for this phenomenon:

• we had so built how up difficult it was going to be in our minds that the reality appears easy
• we have been blessed with an exceptionally easy baby
• looking after a new baby is actually easier than looking after a two and three year old
• after recent practice on the last two, we are actually amzaingly gifted parents; God's gift to parenting, in fact
• he's just biding his time, to give us a false sense of security, and then he'll throw everything he's got at us

I like to feel that it's number 4, but have a sneaking suspicion its number 5!

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Bethany is very keen on 'Caleb baby', but hasn't quite got the hang of 'gentle' or 'quiet'. Joshua is a bit more stand-offish, but did say to Libby "Thank you for having a boy, Mummy", so we think he is secretly quite pleased, if less of a baby person.

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Its strange how your children turn into little carbon copies. Just the other day, Joshua turned round to Libby and said "Calm down, stop stressing. You're driving me crazy"! But then again, not everything that he says came from us. Yesterday, after passing some particularly resounding wind, he said to me, "Its OK Daddy, its not a poo, its just an 'oink', you know, like a pig". To be fair, it was a fairly apt description, but not one I think I've ever used!

Anyway, the Mummy has awaked. Must dash...