Everyone's now home and getting some rest after an exhausting weekend. The most comical moment of the day occurred as we left the hospital. The difficulty was trying to figure out how to use the frigging car-seat, with the elderly Pakistani taxi driver trying to help. At one point, as I desperately tried to get the seatbelt round the bloody thing, I was visualising having to walk home, carrying him in it.
Apart from Stan wanting a feed every couple of hours, he's continued to be a very peaceful child. We're learning to tell the difference between the 'I want a feed' and 'I've got wind' wakefulness. He doesn't really cry, just gets a bit agitated. All the rest of the time he just sleeps!
Soundtrack of the day: cheesy easy listening and synth-disco courtesy of Joey Negro's 'The Trip' mix.
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