Because the National Health Service agreed that an ectopic pregnancy was a possibility, we spent a Saturday at the hospital maternity ward and had a very early ultrasound. The Bairn didn't even have a visible heartbeat yet. He appeared as a tiny circle on the ultrasound and as soon as I saw that little circle, I loved him and hoped the best for him.
Of course, he was fine.
And he's become a funny, romping boy, who celebrated his first birthday on Saturday
and aunts and uncles,
|Uncle Doug turns 100 this year|
three of Steve's uncles,
who were willing to share their cake with the little beggar.
Happy Birthday, Bairn!