Womb vs World

I am feeling a bit apprehensive. Its tough out here. When i was inside the womb, feeding, nappies, burping, spewing, crapping, peeing just was not an issue. Things are getting complex, I'm wondering when the fun begins.....anyway, not much I can do about it now. At least I get to wear some cool clothes like this Gap jumpsuit. Gotta thank my mate Ben Dunkley for that, thanks Benji.

Grandma Khanna arrives from Canada in a few days. Looking forward to meeting her. We have had a couple of Video chats on the messenger, I saw Grandpa Khanna on the messenger as well, but he isn't coming out to say g'day until later in the year.

Settling in at home

Ok, so I am home now. Mum and Dad keep trying to keep me bound in these wraps but I have worked out some Houdini like manouvres in order to freee my arms. Once the arms are out, the rest is a sinch. I have still got a bit of a sore head from getting out of Mum. Doctor Frumar says it will be right in a couple of weeks. Dad says I should get used to it because there are many more sore heads to come. Dunno what he is talking about.

Going Home

We didn't hang around in the Hospital for all that long. Mum was in pretty good shape, I had worked out how to breast feed straight away so there was no real need to hang around there. Besides, Mum reckoned the food was horrible and was getting a bit sick of the Sangas that Dad kept bringing in for her. Anne and Will sent some risotto in which was fantastic apparently, I don't know about these things though, all i get is milk. Anyway, on Sunday 4th March, we went home. Here is a pic the nice man on reception took as Mum Dad and I left the Hospital, pretty cool baby capsule eh?

The Arrival

was traumatic to say the least, I don't think I ever want to do that again. Sixteen hours of labour, then here I am. It was 8.10 am on the first of March when I checked into this world. Apparently, Dad was standing there when i came out, but I didn't see him. Next thing I know, I am in my Mums arms and getting my first taste of breast milk. Mum didn't want any pictures in the delivery ward, and I'm glad. As the Obstetrician said, "It's a messy business Obstetrics".

Anyway, the first known picture of me is here. Thats Dobbie, My Dads Mum holding me and saying something I didn't understand. Dobbie and Pop came up from Melbourne the very day I was born to meet me.