Emelyn and I stepped out early for a morning constitutional — popping off for a fresh croissant at the Norfolk bakery, and a coffee from Starbucks. It was our first little journey alone together, and Emelyn behaved impeccably, staying soundly asleep with barely a wiggle coming from her sling.
“Mum’s having a bit of a lie-in, is she?” is what the Starbucks guy asked, but in fact, Azure was already up and chatting with an NHS health worker who swung by in our absence. When we came back, Azure and the NHS worker (an RN) were going through some paperwork, but we shortly got down to the fun stuff: the official weigh-in.
No doubt it’s a reflection of Emmie’s modest nature and general propriety, but she doesn’t particularly like to be disrobed for diaper changes or baths. Getting Emelyn to sit naked on a scale was therefore not much to her fancy, either. However, in due course Emelyn settled down, and clocked in at a healthy 7lbs 6 ounces, which is 3 ounces over her birth weight, and a good six ounces more than earlier last week. The nurse was happy with this, so we were, too.