Sprog is evicted!

Well a quiet Friday morning ended up being anything but quiet. We were to have scan and see the progress of Sprog, after estimating the weight at 4.3kg, Caro suggested that a cesarean would be the safest. Having suspected this we had put our bags in the car and were ready. Within minutes we were told that the cesarean could take place today and were whisked into the ward and prep was started.


We were booked into the theater at 11:30am. Ok, so technically Jenny was booked in and I was just along as part-time spectator and part-time spare part. I did fulfill my role of looking silly in hospital robes admirably. The anaethitist was, and I'm not joking, Dr Bean. Initially this did not inspire confidence, but he was fantastic. He administered the epidural before Jenny realised it was all done.

All during the op, he was continually reassuring Jenny and myself. It was fascinating watching the whole procedure and at precisely 12:07pm Christopher was introduced to the real world. And from the begining he was not impressed, seems common to all evictees. So there was much screaming.


He was taken to be weighed (still screaming) and Christopher William Robert Paverd weighed in at an admirable 4.36kg, 57cm tall.

He was then given to Jenny and after she was all stitched up he and Jenny were taken to the recovery room. At this point he had his first feed (brief cry interlude, although he did his best to cry and drink).

Over the afternoon he has quietened down, but has clearly demonstrated an incredible pair of lungs. Possible opera singer in the making, hopefully he hasn't inherited our musical abilities.

It is now 10pm, he has had another feed and is quiet, ah what bliss! So we're now going to follow everyone's advice and get some sleep ourselves.

What an emotional rollercoaster this day has been, quiet overwhelming, it'll take many days for it all to sink in.