For Samuel we had a wonderful woman, named Britta. She was so nice and supportive, full of good advice, all the while she was helping us be selfconfident parents. I was absolutely in love with her, and I was so sad when she had her last visit with Samuel and us.
When the phone rang a few days after the birth, and I recognized Brittas voice on the other end, I almost cried with joy. Actually I think I did cry afterwards - it's those darn hormones. It messes with your head, I tell you!
It turns out that she is going to be the health visitor for the tiny one. Oh the joy!
She came by last week and looked at the little one who is in perfect condition. And I am just quoting her here.
Britta checking the tiny ones reflexes, while Samuel supervises the whole procedure. Check out his hair by the way. It always looks so funky after his nap.
All bundled up, getting ready to be weighed. It never fails to crack me up. I just think it looks so funny.
Mike holding the scale while Britta adjusts it. It turns out that the tiny one had gained 250 grams which is a sign that he is thriving. Just quoting Britta again.
I love Britta, especially when she says my baby is thriving. What better thing to hear for a mother?
Yeah, he looks like he is thriving here in his little play pen.
And speaking of thriving ...
Samuel enjoying life.
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