Posted by Exile on January 1, 2011
It isn’t every day that you get to write one of these posts. It’s New Years Day, 2011. A new year means a new start for some, a chance to forget the past year and look forward to the new. This will always be a special day for me now. Not because of the fact that it is indeed the first of January, but because my Grandson was born on this day. It will be his birthday. The good thing is, of course, that he will always be in the middle of a great party when his birthday comes around. He isn’t aware of that yet, but just wait a few years and see what happens.
He was born at eight minutes past eight this morning, weighing in at a healthy 3,390 grams and measuring 51 cm from top to toe. Mother and baby are doing very well. In fact his mother, my daughter Betina, got the whole job done in about 4 hours from first contraction to birth, took no epidural or other pain killers and gave birth like a champion. Everyone was pleased. Including her mother, who drove her to the hospital at four in the morning and stayed with her until it was all over. He’s a big lad for a little baby, hands like shovels and I reckon he’s going to be a big boy.
I couldn’t possibly write all this and not include a picture, so here he is. My Grandson. Mikkel. Welcome to this world my grandson. I hope it treats you well and that you live a long and happy life with no real worries and with as little heartbreak as is possible. Happy birthday.