Ensconced at home on my feeding throne.Finally made it out of Hospital, my home for my entire life up until that exiting moment when on Monday evening 21st January 2008. Prior to
that time all I knew of this world I was born into was the hospital. They were great in the high
dependency ward to which Mum and I were taken to
immediately after birth and then again after Mum's paralytic Ileus. Loved being there and we were well looked after.
Not quite so good in the postnatal ward, but I guess with so many of us there, all crying that there was a concert going on. ( I did not cry too much though)
But finally we managed to score a private room for the last two nights and although the location was brilliant, who wouldn't want a private bathroom? (Dad make sure I always get a private bathroom---please!), the staff were a little too busy and so our service was not quite up to the standard I had grown accustomed to from being in the previous high dependancy ward.
Anyway off we went and the new chair I was put into was quite comfortable, until I hit that cold London air. And the seat had to be put back to front in the back seat of the car, did not like this at all. Mum came to sit next to me, but while that was great even my crying (normally a sure fire way of getting mummy to cuddle me) did nothing except mummy holding my hand.....not at all what I wa after.
But the sensations was kind of different. Quite different to the rocking motion when I got Daddy to walk me up and down the ward corridors, more of a feeling of speed (liked that bit) and not so predictably rythmical.
Any way after crossing oceans, deserts and mountain ranges (lots of adventures with dragons eggs and trolls - thats another story for another time), we got back to what I was told was to be my home. I has a very nice room with my very own cot which used to belong to someone called Moses, and a bed for Mummy and Daddy next to it. I much prefer to sleep in the bed with Mummy and Daddy, and with a little bit of manipulation, I am sure I will get that bed and they may share my basket.... if they like.
Not long after I got settled into my new home, Baba, Nonna, Zia's Clelia and Giovanna arrived bearing gifts of food. These must be the Magi from Basildon.
And finally all the way from across a very big pond came Opa, to see me into my home and help me settle in, as well as take photo's (what's with all these people taking photos - have they not seen babies before?)

The Photographer and his subject!......

......... Me!!!
It is so wonderful here in my home, NO babies crying, nor nurses taking temperatures, and the food for Mum is so much better too. But best of all I now have TWO people at my beck and call all night, will see how long these two take to cotton on.
More later
Alessia

Dad has great hands for sleeping in!

Who is this beautiful Mummy?