Welcome aboard Noah...
So he's finally here then and i have to say he's a little...
I know everyone says that about their own but he really is a bit special.
Tash was admitted into hospital last night, or at least checked into her room and then immediately declared that we go out for one last pre-Noah meal even though she happened to be in labour at the time.
We went to the great Giorgio Locatelli's place, he of the annual Children In Need Dine and Disco. When we told his front of house girls, all Italian, that Tash was actually almost having a baby, they loved it. I'm sure they were willing her to have it there and then.
We laughed all the way through our dinner, what a way to kill the pain and suspence of labour - highly recommended. We arrived back at the hospital around eleven, both had a couple of hours kip and then the big boy contractions kicked in and at 8.21 a.m on the 10th of the 2nd 2009 out popped Noah Nicholas Martin Evans.
There was a bit of a twist, in his case, his umbilical chord wrapped not once but twice around his neck, poor little fella, so mum did most of the pushing and then towards the end enjoyed a wee bit of help from a very nice man called Pat. I think I may love him, I know Tash definitely does.
Since 8.21 Noah has increased his age by four times, how cool is that? I would also like to point out that he, so far, is the only one of the three of us, not to have cried!
Thanks for the mountains of best wishes.
See you on the radio.
Happy Dural everyone.