The littlest little fella
The contractions started yesterday and we left for the hospital later than we should have. In the Trabi of course. It was the fastest Trabi in the DDR last night.
We got to the Klinikum im Friedrichshain, and what followed is not something that needs to be shared with the world.
The little lad emerged from it all, complaining briefly by displaying a fine set of lungs before stoically facing the challenge of his birthday in a vast alien environment. Every sight was strange, every sound new, every scent smelled for the first time, and every sensory experience a mind-blowing experience.
He coped by wisely sleeping for the day, interrupting it only with occasional bouts of squeaks and grunts. The few waking hours were spent trying to eat his large old-man hands, blinking quizzically at unseen sights, yawning great roaring yawns, and otherwise just appearing puzzled at his own oversize appearance. He’s clearly too big for his bones, but he’ll grow into himself.
He was 3,336 grams and I forget how big, but apparently “not too big and not too small.” Just perfect. He has a fine distinct earthly smell and he likes to poke his tongue out, much as his older brother did nearly nine years before. Friends said he looks like me, so clearly he’s a handsome devil.
Cecília is completely smitten and has almost forgotten her earlier travails in bringing him to the world. His yawns are awesome, his sneezes are awesome, his gestures are awesome, his little noises are awesome – everything he does is awesome.
Welcome to the world little buddy. Looking forward to all the adventures that await us!