Two weeks old

It’s seems like the last two weeks have either flown by, or have blurred into each other; whichever way it’s gone, Jack is two weeks old tomorrow.

He’s already made a big impression on our lives – he’s got us running ragged around him, he’s got us up all hours of the night and even has us worrying about him when he’s fast asleep! What can you do? I suppose this is parenthood and now I’m on the other side of it, it’s a bit different to when I was a care-free kid.

Jack has had a few follow-up visits from the community midwives - I don't really know what they've done or said mostly, but I was here when one of them weighed young Jack - he came in at 8lbs 9oz, which means that he's only lost 4oz or so. Apparently, new babies can lose up to 10% of their birth weight in the first couple of weeks, but as he's only lost a little bit, that means that they're happy with the quantity of food he's having, and he's doing well.

The cards and presents that we’ve had for Jack over the last few weeks have been amazing. Just when I thought we had received a card from almost everyone we know, a few more arrive! Claire and I went to her parents for food the other night and there was literally a pile of presents there waiting for us to open! Everything we’ve had from everybody has been absolutely fantastic, and we really are humbled by it all. So we’d like to thank you all very much.

Yesterday afternoon, the whole department at work of about 50 or 60 people crowded around the area of desks where I sit to present me with a card and some presents..! I didn’t know what to say and was really glad not to be pushed for a speech but, all the same, my face went a brilliant red colour.

The fact is, we have had to use many of the clothes already, as Jack is really good a managing to get wee, poo or sick on his clothes, despite the hindrance of a nappy. Not only that, but he has managed to get me caught up in this - all over me, my jeans and several t-shirts. Thanks, son.