Wednesday, February 22, 2006
This morning a friend took Susannah to school while the remaining three of us trooped down the hill in falling snow to the maternity hospital for a dating scan...
Noah sat on my lap in hushed expectation as the lights were switched off; and beamed, and talked about the baby, as, some moments later, we saw his little brother or sister for the first time, wriggling in-and-out of focus on the monitor.
Baby Number Three - referred to by his or her mother as Ozzy, and smuggled through Customs internally back in December - is 15 weeks and 3 days old today.
Later, Jo and Noah headed south as planned, to help her mum out while her left arm and right leg are in plaster.