Your grandchildren are, without doubt, the best thing about getting old. Now we have three. At half past midnight last Tuesday, our youngest daughter, Clare, gave birth to Katy Elizabeth; 7lbs, a sister to the twins Matthew and Owen, and pretty as a picture.
It was a hard pregnancy for Clare. Early on she caught an infection that the doctors thought might be dangerous to the foetus. Then she had a bad reaction to the antibiotics prescribed for it. She had various problems throughout her term and, indeed, finished the last two months walking on crutches.
But Katy Elizabeth seems fine. The hospital are still doing tests to cover the worry about the infection early on: and she didn't pass her hearing test. However, the doctors think that might be mucus. Certainly she has a good pair of lungs; and babies who have serious hearing problems don't generally cry in the way a hearing child does. So we're not too worried. It wouldn't do to worry, either. You get what you're given, and need to be grateful for that, don't you.
So. Not my most coherent blog entry ever. Must be something to do with being, "Tired and emotional."
Here's to grandfatherhood!
20/04/07 @ 23:28