Sorry I’ve been offline for a few weeks but life has been rather hectic here since I posted the blog about Wills & Kate’s nuptials. You see, a baby has arrived. The first Baby Bushby in the household. A Bushbaby then! Finn Aidan Bushby (or FAB as we like to call him for short!), arrived exactly one week ago today. A little earlier than expected – well 25 days early actually – but in no less a noisy fashion, taking his first yell as he slipped into this world. All those emotions that you read about and see in movies and on television shows are true. Elation, joy, wonder, awe and a huge sense of overwhelming love all combined to bring tears to the eyes and a lump to the throat as I held my little son for the first time.
Coming as early as he did though meant that Mom and baby had to stay a few extra days in hospital while he was monitored. He was started on a five day course of antibiotics to fight off any infections and slept under a phototherapy light to combat the jaundice that most premature babies get. It was heart-rending to see them drawing blood from his tiny foot or hand but he was too sleepy to complain too much. In fact, I can’t speak more highly of the midwives and doctors at Kingston Hospital who did a superb job looking after both mother and baby for the week that they were there. A round-the-clock team made sure the right tests were done, that he was feeding properly, his temperature was okay and that his parents were reassured that the little yellow boy lying in front of them was going to be okay. They were always polite, kind and caring. It’s at times like this that you marvel at the UK’s NHS system as we did not pay a penny for any of it.
But, he’s home now and sleeping contentedly in his Moses basket next to me as I write this blog. Last night we experienced our first night as new parents – up at midnight for a feed, then again at 3.30am and then again at 7am, so I had about 5 hours sleep in total. But you know what? I don’t mind one bit. he is too gorgeous and too precious for words and I’d do anything for him.
PS: I promise that future blogs will NOT be about the colour of his poo or how “so advanced for his age” he is. But I’m sure you won’t begrudge me a picture or two so you can see how he is growing.