With my belly button healing, I had my first bathtime tonight. It was a most horrid event because Mommie insisted on scrubbing all my soft wrinkles and folds and I screamed like I have never done before. My doggie even ran from the room in retreat.
The best part came when Daddy wrapped me up all cozy warm in a soft bath towel and dried me. He then held me lovingly in his arms for some cuddle time.
Think I can get used to this!
“Isn’t this nice. A quiet sit down dinner, our first since she was born, where we can eat off the table and relax. It’s really nice to be able to chill out in front of the telly. She’s sound asleep, look at her.” I agreed wholeheartedly, how lovely and tranquil it felt. A little adult time in amongst all the baby stuff. Ahhh.Continue reading
In a small, and intimate ceremony, attended by only a few of her closest friends and relatives, Marcail Erin Begbie was today entered on the register of 
births, deaths and marriages in the town of South Queensferry. Details from this intimate event have not been widely publicised, but one excited onlooker was apparently heard to say “Excuse me, is this the way to the ferry for Inchcolme Island?”, whilst another, clearly agitated by events, called “Big Issue! Big Issue!”Continue reading
It seems that it’s not easy being wee and having to get yourself going in the morning 
all the time, especially if you’ve spent the preceding 24 hours seeing how little sleep you can give your mummy and daddy; and poor Doglet too, who is the only one of us who never actually signed up to this gig!Continue reading
It’s all starting to mount up! The incremental sleep deprivation is doing its thing its thing [I did notice this, but after publishing. I rest my case – ed.] with the two of us, well three of us really; even Doglet has been dog tired! Continue reading
We got off to a good start today. I was raking through the washing basket to get out light colours for a full load along with Marcail’s stuff, when I found them. Continue reading
Last night, well the small hours of this morning really, Marcail made her first noise that wasn’t simply a cry.
She was in her bed and made a little gurgly baby type noise. It’s a tiny thing, I know, but it’s another little step forward. She is getting the hang of feeding, and of demanding to be fed! We had the first sign of frustration tears this afternoon when she couldn’t get latched on quickly enough.Continue reading
It was a big day today. Marcail’s first recreational car ride, and it was to go on a shopping expedition. I really hope this 
is not a long term, major, strategic error! If we get a few years down the line and all she ever seems to do is shop, shop and shop, then maybe this post should be passed to the psychology community for the future health of society. But dear reader, there is a lesson to be learnt here too. This was Marcail’s first experience of the bitter taste of consumer disappointment.Continue reading
We’re starting to get the hang of this job a little bit and it seems a little less daunting than it did yesterday. The midwife came to see us this morning, and we’re not in jail and Marcail isn’t in care so we can’t be doing everything wrong. Although, it turns out we did try to melt her in bed last night. Put fewer clothes and blankets on tonight I think. Other than that, not a lot to say today, but I’ll put the latest portraits up.Continue reading
Debs was pretty tired by this morning. I’d been able to get a good 8 hours solid sleep at home; once I was done with all the blog updates, emails, phone calls and Skype… Debs was pretty wiped out though having been able to get very little sleep on the ward, which was actually quite noisy with crying babies, call alarms and constant staff rounds.Continue reading