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My son is born.

Alexander Henry Looker was born at 9.03 a.m. weighing in at a meaty 8 lbs 11 ozs after a very brief labour. Sam's waters broke at 6.30, first contraction at 7.00, in the labour suite at 8.00 and just over an hour later Alex was with us.

He's a quiet lad at the moment. I think he's a bit shocked to be honest. He's had no time to get ready as labour was so quick. He's feeding ok, which is good, but that's only when he can be bothered to keep his eyes open. The paediatrician was worried at his lack of responses, but a senior took a second look and decided that Alex wasn't interested in being poked and prodded and that his weight meant my little lad was going to struggle for a few days until he got used to himself.

Georgie has been an angel. I shed a tear or two when I called her this morning to say that her brother was here and she told me "I'm going to make a card for my brother, Alex". Later at hospital she gave Sam a hug and thanked her giving her a brother. Not a dry eye in the house.

I worry that Georgie will try to help too much, but I suppose that's the same fear all parents have when they bring in their second child.





posted by kwacky at 9:44 pm