Birthdays and such

BiRtHdaYs aNd OtHeR ThIngS

Lian made me the awesome cake pictured above. The key to a good birthday is to put up a notice a couple of weeks before the date, (I put my notice up on the fridge at Mum and Dads place) firstly to remind people that it is your birthday and secondly to list items that you would like to recieve as gifts. This method has always worked well for me and this year was no exception as I recieved a pretty good haul of gifts, I think that having recently had a baby helped as people who wouldn't usually have got me anything were thinking of me. And the family all went out for dinner to celebrate.

Joe, Rose, Dean and I were talking the other night and wishing that we knew a midget or a dwarf so that they could push Asher around in his little pram in town, we all thought that this would be hilarious. In the photo below with Dean and Asher, Dean has dressed him, I thought that it was a bit of an ugly outfit, but he disagreed, so I would be curious to see what others think.

Asher is now over five weeks old, below are photos of him at 1 day and 5 weeks exactly, he is starting to turn into a little chubba, but still has to gain a bit of fat to get to the really cute stage. Every so often i find my self calling him little Robbie, I guess I just got so use to talking about little Robbie and his name runs of the tounge easier than Asher.

When I was finally booked into the hospital for my inducement I remember being excited as I had never stayed in the hospital before, it seemed this big strange building where all shorts of mysterious things were taking place on a 24/7 basis, a bit like the ministry of magic in Harry Potter. Now everytime I drive by or see the place I find myself becoming distressed and anxious as its now associated with the most traumatic experience of my life. Just in short, I was admitted on a Wednesday and left on a friday, but even then it took a monumentous effort to leave as I could barely walk and they have this policy that if you can't walk out on your own, you can't leave, but I was determined and I didn't want to stay there for even one more night. In the time I was there I had 15 internal exams all by different people, 3 gel insertions, a catheta that I had to wear for several days after I left the hospital, ( hence the name 'catheta girl' thanks to rose and Evie) my waters broken with what looked like a knitting needle, a drip, an epidural, more drugs in a drip to try and bring on the labour, a botched up needle for the drip, they had to use forceps so they cut me, and then they tore my spincter with the forceps. The short story is that I think Asher will probably be an only child.


Luckily for Asher he will have plenty of cousins. I think that this summer is going to be really great, Pita and Tasi will be home with the two kids, and there friends from wellington are planning to visit them while there here. Cousin Emma is coming for a visit on her way down to Christchurch. Tom and Jonelle are planning on a trip, and hopefully pete and liz. I have been teasing my Dad telling him that he and Mum might as well set up a 'Day Care' with all the kids that will be around. Talking about my Mum she will be back from her trip to Egypt in a week or so. A recent weather report said that we are in for some good summer weather.