My little boy was born on 4th Nov, 10 days late.
While watching Strictly Come Dancing or the other one, I was quite taken aback at the speed and severity of contractions so made a dash to hospital where he then settled down for a few hours to keep us in suspense.
Evan was born 3am the next day with no major fuss - a very calm birth I'm pleased to say. He latched on luckily an hour later and has been piling on the weight since.
He started life a healthy 8 lbs 14 1/2 and now, 2 and a half weeks later, is an even healthier 9 lbs 11! I must have super boobs.
His big sister is smitten although I do have my work cut out preventing her from whacking him around the head or poking her fingers into his eyes.
I'm relatively well, obviously a little tired but it could be worse. At least I get to watch Diagnosis, Murder every day (?)