Oucharama!

The little one has arrived and life as we know it has changed forever*. The story of his arrival is multi-faceted and can wait for another post**, save to say it was quicker than expected***. Here's a snippet****. 

Maternity nurse: Let's see how much he weighs.

She puts him on the scales. He's surprisingly calm.

Maternity nurse: Four point one nine kilos.
Me: What's that in old money? Is there a conversion?
Maternity nurse: No, I'm afraid not.
Me: Really?
W: We'll have to ask the Google then.

I find an online conversion website on my phone.

Me: It works out at nine pounds, four ounces.
W: Whoa! Big baby.
Me: You got him out.
W: And I have the stitches to prove it.

Later we consult a growth chart and find out that not only is his weight in the 90th percentile, but his head is in the 98th percentile. Kudos to W. Oucharama indeed.

Notes
*totally for the good, if you must ask.
**or two, or three, may be four posts. Let's see how it goes.
***pain-wise, W may not agree.
****see what I did there? A complete 360 by the next sentence. You really can't stop a Dad talking about his newborn son.