Home at last

As noted earlier, because Deirdre's delivery began with a PROM, mom and baby were supposed to stay in the hospital for 48 hours to watch for signs of infection. This seemed to consist entirely of checking Nat's temperature every eight hours. When I suggested we could do the same at home, the midwives and pediatricians pointed out that Nat's tempature was low. So he got a hat, and all (read Deirdre) agreed to stay an extra night.

But it didn't do any harm. At least other than the two of them being trapped in the same wardroom as the twee-est toffs in all of Twickenham, but that's why you give birth in the Royal Borough of Kensington & Chelsea. So this morning we got to go home, as Nat's temperature had stabilized and all his other tests checked out. Note that we took a black cab home, not the 14 bus. Largely because the 14 bus doesn't have seat belts to attach a car seat into.

And here they are at home. I couldn't get our cats to take more of an interest in him. Because they have no idea what they're in for.