He’s here! Alexander – or Xander, as he will be known – arrived early on Thursday afternoon. Kate had been having latent contractions for over a week and, having thought “today’s the day” every single time they started up during the first few days, we had become nonchalant about it all and had come to the conclusion that he was just going to keep us waiting and rock up a fortnight after his due date of today. Naturally, he caught us off guard this time and the fastest ever bowl of cornflakes and a mad dash to the hospital ensued.
It’s fair to say that he caused us a few concerns before he was born; we had to go for a scan very early on after one scare and another just a few weeks ago when the midwife thought that he was small for his dates. Thankfully, all was fine on both occasions and he weighed in at a very healthy 9lb 8oz. Small eh?! Kate was obviously hiding him well, but that’s not surprising; she eats as much as I do, although you would never think it to look at her. So Xander is, let’s say, robust; as well as that, he’s a strong little lad – he proved this in the first few minutes of his life as he somehow managed to snap the umbilical cord on his way out – I kid you not!
Kate has been a legend once again – I know that was always going to be a given, but it’s not going to stop me writing about her. She went through it all with very little pain relief and has had very little sleep since, but it isn’t showing. I don’t know how she does this – I’ve been like a zombie since the birth.
One of my biggest worries was what Dylan would think of his little brother; I’d read things about children of his age regressing and experiencing a profound feeling of loss at the birth of a younger sibling, so I’m relieved and delighted that he seems to like him. Phew! When he walked into the front room after getting back from my parents’ house where he had spent the night, he clocked the Moses basket straight away. “Oh shit, here comes the Incredible Hulk impression” I thought. I was wrong. Dylan walked up to Xander, smiled at him and held his hand before gently poking him a bit. He also put his finger to his lips and said what sounded distinctly like “shhh, baba”, which is impressive as he isn’t talking properly yet. He also handed Xander the present he had got for him and gave him a kiss. This is particularly weird as he seldom kisses us!
I know that, as far as Dylan is concerned, the novelty will diminish somewhat and I’m not going to fool myself into believing that we don’t have some epic tantrums coming up, but it’s lovely to see him showing such awareness of his new little brother.