Sunday, 2 November 2008

It's a boy!

Frederick James Mitchell-Johnson was born at 10.11pm, weighing 9 pounds 2 ounces. Mum is fine, wincing at her stitches and threatening never to have another one. Dad is handing out cigars to complete strangers and, according to Lydia, crying rivers over "my lad, my boy, my son". The midwife informed Lydia that "all being well" she'd be going home tomorrow. Lydia immediately pleaded with her to either let her stay "for a little bit" or "give me a midwife to take home with me".

I hope Janey has another girl, I went mad buying pink stuff because the ring and her hair told me Lyds was having a girl!

6 comments:

Tim Atkinson said...

Congratulations to the proud parents. (And I agree, Lydia needs at least a couple of days in hospital to recover!)

nappy valley girl said...

Congratulations to Lydia! I wish I could have taken a midwife home with me, too....

Potty Mummy said...

Congratulations! I'm adopting a dutch custom (as entitled by marriage - use the ones you want when you want to, ignore the rest), and congratulating you and David directly. In the Netherlands anyone remotely related to the new baby / birthday boy or girl / wedding couple / you name it gets the congratulations... Odd? Absolutely...

Bush Mummy said...

Hurray Hurray.. it's a happy happy day. Big congrats and hope mummy and baby doing really well.

BM x

Anonymous said...

Congratulations! Know the feeling of wanting to stay in hospital another day. And bring the midwife home!

CJ xx

aims said...

Sigh.

Tell her when she's tired of looking after the baby - I'll do it!

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