Our trip to Wonderland began with another journey down the rabbit hole, and what did we find?
A menagerie of mad hatters; red, blue and white. (I’m always surprised as to why a bald man such as myself, is still required to wear a hair net in an operating theatre). But them’s the rules, I guess?
Cheshire Cat grins a mile wide, and a lovely little girl named…
Alice Nevada Bechtold
Born at 10:23am on…what day was it again? Oh, yes…
3.95kg and 52cm in length for those running a pool at work or the TAB. So, 5 grams lighter than Indy but 2cm taller and looks so amazingly like Indy, they look like twins born 2 and a half years apart!
A big thank you to Aisling our Midwife Student for taking our happy snaps on the day and ended up with some closeup hands on experience that she probably didn’t expect, prior to her exams that day. Hope you blitzed the exam and didn’t fall asleep during it due to the early start.
And thanks to Andrew, our super-friendly and funny anaesthetist who’s bedside manner not only put us at complete ease (nothing at all to do with the anaesthetic), but more to do with his blended Yorkshire and North London accent which is a welcome nod to Mumma’s family heritage, and a relief to me that at least one medical person out there, has a sense of humour.
So now, the teams are level. Two males and two females in our household, meaning no more empty sides on the Monopoly Board. Our dance card is full.
And though I promise to be as hard on you as I am your big brother, Mumma laughs hysterically and mentions something about little fingers and wrapping. She obviously knows nothing about my resolve…(or she knows something about how quickly that resolve tends to ‘dis’olve between daddies and their daughters).
Time will tell. The bets are on.
Welcome to our family, lovely girl xxx