Ivy had a bath

After a long week, I was finally reunited with my youngest (and biggest) baby. Whilst Violet enjoys her holiday in Liverpool, Ivy has been keeping an eye on the nurses in Lancaster. She's pretty much feeding on demand, and it really shows (she's (almost) an immense 4 pounds now!).

It was wonderful to see her again, and - despite my sudden lack of beard - she recognised me, or at least politely pretended to as one does with that familiar yet nameless face that stops to chat in the street...

Anyway, Ailsa, who had been with Ivy since Tuesday evening, was similarly enjoying a brief reunion with little Violet, who was delighted to have cuddles with mummy once again.

Whilst I was with Ivy, it was my privilege not only to bottle feed her mummy's defrosted milk twice, but also to witness/help with Ivy's first bath. Well, she was crying and fidgety (due for a feed), but as soon as she was lowered into and held in the little bath, she stopped crying, shut her eyes and totally chilled; I've never seen such a relaxed baby...