I remember just under nine months ago; good friday.

I remember it as if it were yesterday.


James came over with his MacBook (and aha! I am in almost exactly the same position now with MY MacBook Pro), and his Bamboo, and I played my heart away. I loved it.
But that day, that wasn't the most important thing to have happened (as much as he may wish it was).

My ears pricked up as I heard mum talking on the phone excitedly.

Two seconds later I'd run out to confirm my suspicions, given everyone in my family a hug, and then ran back to my room to gush to James about how, after a long time of trying and heartache (after a lump was found on one of her ovaries, she had to have it removed), my aunty had finally fallen PREGNANT.



Those nine months have passed ever so quickly.

I watched Rox grow in size, expectation, eagerness and, finally, impatience. I watched as she sat on our lounge, the lamps providing perfect lighting to see the baby's kicks. I smiled as I played my music to him, and he started moving around. I smiled even more as Rox bought an iPod, and would stick the headphones under her clothes for the baby to listen to. My biggest smiles were when she had to go to the doctor for check ups, and David would act as if it were some massive chore. When Rox would ask if he were coming, he'd give this sigh and say "If you say so", or "If I have to", or just "Yes Dear." And although he put on this tough guy 'I don't care about no baby' act, I could see right through it. Big bloody softy. I giggled when I caught Rox reading, with motherly expression and conviction, a storybook about ducks to her round, round tummy.



Hayden Mark North was born yesterday, at 1:20pm, in Westmead Private Hospital. He was a big 8.5 pounds (almost 4 kilos), and 53cm long.
He's got dark brown hair, David's chin and toes, Rox's nose, and a relaxed, quiet demeanor.
He's heavier then I expected.
I held him today, I stared into my little cousins yet largely unseeing eyes, and smiled, yet again. This child surely will bring nothing but smiles.

It's still sort of weird to see Rox with a baby...she's still mum's little, "cool" sister to me. She's almost like MY sister. And she was about my age when I was born, so I hope I'll be to Hayden like Rox was/is to me.

It's so wonderful though.

He's gorgeous.