Dim Sum Mum - Tess' Little Pieces:

i held a month old baby today.

she is sweet, soft and pliant, with a floppy head and eyes that can only muster together the energy to focus every hour or so. she only weighs 8 pounds; the scales at the queen mary are obviously are wrong, as my children were never that small. impossible. they must have weighed more than 1000g, 910g and 780g. because they were never as small as this eight pound, fluffy, wobbly, sweet baby. ooooooooooooohhhhh, i want another baby.

ha ha. no i don't.

but i like holding other people's babies. if anything, it reminds me of how quickly time passes and that to try to remember, and even appreciate these days.

they were weighed today, my little babeolas, at their hospital checkup. although sela drew a circle of admirers, and blinked at them all, it was jasper who really held court. he gurgled when i took off his nappy and grinned when his starkers body was placed on the scale. looked concerned when they held his head and pulled on his legs to get his correct length (68cm). chatted and wheezed his way through the doctors exam. grinned and grinned as he tried to pull her stethoscope into his wide, curving mouth. wow! he was so ADORABLE. under those unflattering hospital lights, too!!!

how come after a sleepless night i am haggard and cranky looking, while jasper, who apparently, by way of his age, can be sick and sleepless and still look wrinkle free and adorable, in his fire engine onesie, dungarees and robeez shoes? no no no no fair.

"fair to bad" is how the doctor described his lungs. he was given a refill of the drugs meant to open his lungs, and clear them of fluid. here's to hoping it works.

i don't hold out much hope, it is midnight here and i am typing with the winsome bald monster on my lap. he isn't whinging, just sort of wailing. the book of lamentations, by jasper caldwell sort of thing. and dramatically, painfully intaking his breath. if you watch his onesie encased chest when he inhales, the little line of pale blue cars right under his boobies disappears, only to re-emerge when he exhales. at this late hour, it is almost hypnotic.

jasper, the true chivalrous male, let his sisters be examined by the doctor first today. he was pretty anxious to be fed by the time i exited the hospital and ran the stroller home.

((tentative) wahhhhhhhhhhh...i hope they don't forget to feed me.....(tentative) wahhhhhh, i wonder if they forgot that i like my food in the green bowl...or even at all...)

sorry this is more of a captain's log and an interesting blog...it was actually a good, albeit tiring day.

magnificent charles, i am fine, but we ALL miss you. tomorrow i might write an update on sebastian, he is tres amusing these days. xo