Will they escape?

After several nights in, Claire may finally be released tomorrow, along with her partner in crime, Jack. They've done their 'stretch' and the midwives have spoken. They are allowing her to come home after being in since Monday evening (to be induced), all being well in the morning, of course, as they run through some leaving day checks, it seems. (We'll find out about them tomorrow.)

Claire has recovered much better from the caesarean than both of us had expected that she would have done by now, which is absolutely brilliant. Don't get me wrong, she won't be running any marathons for a few months, but she's up on her feet, she can pick Jack up when he cries and hold him without hurting herself.

Young Jack is still wearing his breastfeeding 'L' plates, but he's getting noticably better and better each day. They're hoping that he'll just work it out himself one day and just do what he's supposed to do without thinking about it. He's not starving in the meantime; he's getting enough food to keep him going, so that's good.

I have fed Jack twice today from a bottle, which is great as his eyes are fixed on my face as he's drinking from the baby-bottle, watching my reaction to him necking the drink that Claire took ages to produce!

I have also changed his dirty nappy twice too - not totally on my own, as I think my poo-nappy 'L' plates are still highly visible, but I'm getting a bit better each time. The smell really isn't anywhere near as bad as I expect each time I've done it, and the colour we find in there is different too! We're now in the unusual yellow/green colour poo, in case you were interested. We've had black, green and apparantly the grainy-mustard colour too, but today it's a sort of mix of a few of them, but apparantly, as he's having breast milk, his poo changes a different colour to formula fed babies.

So, yes, Claire and Jack might very well be coming home tomorrow, which will be when we get to learn how the three of us live as a family, rather than it being just the wife and I. Also, more worryingly, this is my last night at home by myself in peace and quiet, before I have months of sleepless nights. Oh well.

Last thing: Jack has been learning to stick his tongue out at me again today, as I mentioned yesterday - he's done it a few times, but each time it's when Claire has been looking the other direction, so it looks like I'm making it up! Although thinking about it, this probably isn't a skill that will help him get a job when he's older, but nonetheless, something that I'm already proud of him for.