A Yampy Brum Midwife

Today as Heather was changing Jamie, our midwife-of-the-day, a jolly Brummy woman named Teddy, came charging up to the baby room. Josh quickly pointed out Jamie's umbilical cord, asking when the little twisted stump was going to drop off. In one swift yank, Teddy removed the rotted cord, evoking a startled squawk of protest from both Josh and Jamie. She looked at the resulting two furrowed brows and deemed that Jamie looked just like her Daddy... She then proceeded for the next twenty minutes to weigh Jamie (8lbs 7oz, or 3.8 kilos): "flippin heck! She's been packing it on", poke fun at our concerns at her crying: "every baby cries - put her down and let her cry - being a new parent makes one go yampy - no she's not cold, baby's arms always shake like that", tease us for not taking her out for a walk yet: "this is England- this IS nice weather - and she comes preshrunk and waterproof". We were left reassured and exhausted at the same time. Meanwhile we still wonder what to do every time she cries. Today we've been trying the 15 minute wait of agony... Tomorrow? We're learning. And we're tired. But she's still a cutie and she's packing on the flippin pounds.