supermouse

I have been carefully not thinking about it, so I didn't realise how worried I was, deep down, for my middle little sister, until she was safely delivered of her baby this morning at 10:30am, thus avoiding both our birthdays which are around this time of year. I found out by text when I woke up at about 3pm. My brand new nibling weighs about seven and a half pounds (three and a bit kilos?), has a shock of black hair and took twelve hours to arrive even despite a few difficulties (twisted head presentation so a ventousse was needed). Mother and baby are both doing well.

I'll go and see the three of them when I am out of quarantine (I have swine flu, it's much less bad overall than the seasonal flu in March but it's making me terribly wheezy).