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Here are the first few minutes of Sophie Helen’s life.

Sophie was born at 11:23 PM, Monday October 6th at Puri Bunda Hospital in Bali, Indonesia.

october-06-minute-000…first image, Dad (that’s me) is cutting the chord. Everyone had told me the chord would be surprisingly difficult to cut so, of course, I overcompensated slightly — you could probably hear the SNIP! from a few miles away.

Then Sophie Helen meets her mother for the first time on the outside…

…she must have been surprised because at this point, all she did was wail, howl, weep & cry.  Athina on the other hand is tired but delighted.

The last (and biggest) image, shows mum & Sophie Helen just after baby has been whisked away for a little personal hygiene & grooming. Sophie Helen’s not crying any more and Athina can’t stop beaming with pride. Sophie Helen Puspita Hynes is now about one hour old.

october-7th-morningHere she is again later in the morning — around 9:00 AM — October 7th being held up to the camera by her grandmother…

Athina is there in the background totally wiped out and I can’t remember if I’m taking the photo or if I’ve also slumped into the next bed.

At some point, anyway, we slept. 


october-8th-morningHere’s Sophie Helen having her first “proper” bath and getting prettied up for the cameras. Note she’s posing but there’s nothing really on display.

In my opinion, a remarkably precocious display of social awareness and elegance — proof october-8th-auntie-galih-and-yangti positive that not only is Sophie Helen beautiful, she’s also a genius. Amazing.

Freshly bathed, dressed & accessorized, little baby Sophie Helen takes a few minutes out of her busy schedule to be photographed with fans… in this case Auntie Galih and Grandma.

The next day, October 9th.

Here I am, I’m sure everyone will agree, on the WRONG october-8th-with-doctor side of the camera.

Some people might mistake that fixed glaze as the expression of a proud, new dad but in fact I’m just poleaxed and during the course of the day could be found in various nooks and crannies around the hospital staring just like that at tiles, vending machines and old cigarette boxes.

The other chap is the doctor. Athina, you’ve already met and, just at the bottom of the shot, Sophie Helen.

Later that day (just after we meet the doctor) we’re allowed home. Which gives us all the excuse we need to start playing dress-up with our new toy:

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So there you have it: the opening hours of Sophie Helen’s life after a gruelling 41 week wait.

Sophie Hynes — One Hundred Percent GURRRL

Went to the doctor yesterday for our regular check up… Athina had to pee in a cup, get immunised and get jabbed in the ear a few times to make sure she bleeds and congeals properly. I watched a replay from Euro 2008… you know, “DAD” stuff.

vlcsnap-1884358And the scan of course.

The montly event to which I look forward the most… wow, I sound like Yoda today. Let’s just say I love the scans.

At Merdeka Clinic, the scans are not great… I think it must be an old ultrasound image that gave rise to that popular phrase, “he can’t tell his arse from his elbow”. Apparently, I’m that bloke.

Ah well, forget about that: here’s the main news:

1. Sophie is — the doctor is “100%” sure — a GIRL. Which, of course, is brilliant. I was not looking forward to sitting down with my tearful young son (Boy Named Sue playing on endless loop in the background) and explaining why we named him Sophie. And hats off to the doctor… I have no idea how he could be so sure…

2. Sophie is a happy, healthy 730g (just a hair over 1.6 pounds if you’re Imperial) baby.

3. Likely expected date has been brought forward to September 29th so we’ve just taken a hop into the 25th week and heading at top speed into week 26. Excellent.

I’ll upload the incomprehensible and frankly not much-use-at-all ultrasound tomorrow morning.

Here’s the Video:

Or watch at Google:

Sophie Hynes – Ultrasound June 19 – I’m a Girl, Can’t You Tell?


Waiting to know Sophie’s Choice

sophieDoh, it’s may 14th and we still don’t know whether the prawn will be a boy or a girl…

…for what it’s worth, we’re hoping for a little girly sprog and, according to the doctor this morning, that may be what we’re going to get… because there are 4 lines between the legs that usually indicate the vagina (labia minor & labia major) at the developmental stage.

Update: You can now see the video on Google Video by clicking here.

Truthfully, I don’t know a lot about that… he could have said what he liked and I would have nodded along like the amiable dolt I am. So, there you go: it’s probably a girl but could still be a boy.

We did try a whole bunch of different angles and so on to get a clearer picture of ‘The Package’ but, as usual, our baby twisted, somersaulted and, memorably, knelt down twice as if in prayer to avoid showing her (or less probably ‘his’) parts and keep us in suspense as long as possible.

Today’s scan was 3D (sometimes called 4D in Bali… I’m not really sure why) Ultrasound — here’s a quote from Wikipedia:

There are several different scanning modes in medical and obstetric ultrasound. The standard common obstetric diagnostic mode is 2D scanning.[1] In 3D fetal scanning, however, instead of the sound waves being sent straight down and reflected back, they are sent at different angles. The returning echoes are processed by a sophisticated computer program resulting in a reconstructed three dimensional volume image of fetus’s surface or internal organs; allowing one to see width, height and depth of images in much the same way as 3D movies but no movement is shown.

sophine-h Ahem. We just wanted a bit more detail than our usual scan (which, in terms of picture quality, comes down to the same process as discerning shapes in cloud formations).

Most exciting for me was the appearance of a face and a fully formed hand (not just flipping about but waving before the thumb was sucked in and swallowed for some good old fashioned stress relief).

And though we’re still not absolutely sure and there’s always room for a surprise and the doctor was appropriately tentative, I’m officially upgrading ‘The Prawn’ to Human Being (Half-Baked Bean in Tomato Sauce) by the name of Sophie Helen Hynes… and I now know Sophie’s nose is completely unlike mine.

Well done. You’re already starting to make good decisions.

Unless of course that wasn’t your nose but just a slightly squidged up cheek. Oh well.

You can download the MPEG here… it’s 18 MB and should play on most computers without too much trouble.

And you can now view on Google Video by clicking here.

Sudari gives birth to a boy

The big news today, I’m ashamed to admit has nothing to do with me or Athina… one of our colleagues, Sudari, has just given birth to a baby boy (her second).

Weighing in at 3.1 kilos and measuring 50cm, top to toe, mother and child look happy and healthy. The father looks like he could do with a bit more sleep.



Our baby is 7, no, 8 weeks old and looks like a prawn

We’re 8 Weeks & 3 Days Pregnant.

prawn-child-8-weeks Athina & I returned to the doctor last night and it turns out that Little Shrimpy is not 7 weeks and some but 8 weeks and 3 days (as of today, Feb 21st).

Confused &, again, thrilled… we got the whole pregnancy thing with a 2-month discount.

Before I share that little story, however, you may want to take a quick look at Athina’s favourite website at the moment: 3DPregnancy.com — I guess it’s more of a portal than anything else but the real hook for us is the rotating 3D image of the foetus on a week by week basis. Cool although possibly slightly creepy.

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No news today.

Waiting slightly nervously for a visit with the doctor tonight as the preamble to a battery of tests tomorrow.

Given that Athina’s already 7 and a bit weeks in (7 weeks & 4 days today), we missed all the early tests completely and now have to go back and check blood, virii, and so on… luckily I clipped my nails last night so have nothing to nibble on.

Weight today (not mine; Athina’s) 100 pounds exactly or a hair over 45 kilos.

By the way, if you have no idea what the hell I’m talking about… click here.