pop! goes the weasel

This is my beautiful new daughter.

For those who are interested in this kind of thing: she’s big for a girl, bigger even than her big sister, coming in at 4.03 Kg (that’s 8 lb 14 oz); she has blue eyes and red hair, ten fingers and ten toes and is bright and alert, but no so alert that a little light rocking isn’t enough to get her back to sleep.

Speaking of rocking, Zoe was born to the tune of Wilson Pickett’s classic soul smash hit: “Take your pleasure where you find it,” after a phenomenally fast labour that ran to only two hours and thirty-six minutes.

The classic quote from this labour was

Just do whatever your body tells you to do.
My body wants to have a poo.

So, without further ado… my daughter Zoe: