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Dear Alex, Month 2

Thursday 18th February 2010

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Dear Alex,

The following letter jumps around quite a bit as it’s taken a couple of months for me to get round to putting this together in full, for that I apologise…

2 months. It’s currently the Saturday the 27th of February 2009 (I’ll pre-date this entry just to confuse me). I’m on a flight back from Mumbai to LHR T5. Someone’s just put some garlic prawns down in front of me so I’d better eat them… they were ok. I haven’t seen you since the 10th of Feb so that’s another 17 days, what will be 20 days of my life wasted not enjoying my babies. Being away fromthe three of you isn’t good. But being in India again has been yet another reminder that I need to create an opportunity for us all to move abroad. Not that I needed a reminder, but it has to happen. Living in Bow is good, we love our home there but can’t see ourselves living there forevermore. 2 bedrooms is fine for the time being but we will need something bigger; something with proper outdoor space; something in a warm climate; something in a different country; something in a place where (pardon my snobbishness and I knew this would be the case when we moved in) where we’re not surrounded by rifraf.

Mummah posted a bunch of photos of you recently on Facebook (am going to take an intrepid guess that that will still be around in some form by the time you can actually read this). You’ve fattened up a chunk, started smiling a lot and are looking like an extremely cute little munchkin. Really can’t wait to get hold of you this coming Tuesday. We haven’t seen enough of each other so far by far.

Right now you’re in South Africa, at your grandparents place in Plettenberg Bay. The same place where Frankie was at the same age, 2 years ago. How’s it meeting Granny Caroline and Grandpa? I get the impression from Ma that they’re loving you.

For The Record

You’re pretty much the perfect baby. You’ll cry only if you’re hungry or your nappy needs changing. Keep that up.
You’ve still got a cross-shaped fontinel. I hope Frankie’s taking care when she’s around you. Sometimes we have to restrain her from squashing it/you with her foolish displays of affection for you.
Carry on from you having contorted arms, you’ve taken to flailing them around sporadically. Bit weird.
You’ve found your feet, literally, when left alone for a short while if you’re not studying your hands, you’ll grab both your feet and play with them instead.

Right, Alex, it is now Wednesday the 21st of April. I have other draft notes to you backed up too. When I first started writing to your sister, I foolishly didn’t quite gather that I wouldn’t have the same amount of hands of my time as I did when I wasn’t a father. So, and maybe this’ll change again but I’m going to have to revise how often I write. I think that after this one, I’m going to combine you and your sister’s letters. There’s just never enough time. Hope you don’t mind, hope if anything it has more of a bonding effect between you two. Not that you’ll need that. Maybe the frequency will change again but I’ll certainly keep taking as many pictures of you as I can, which you’ll then inherit one day. Whoopee-do I hear you cry. Well you’re children will love them even if you don’t.

I’m in Durban now and you’re back home in east Londinium. I’ve more than outstayed my time here. Was ready to come home towards the end of last week when I caught the news that a volcano in Iceland had shut done all UK airspace. Mummy thought I was taking the piss but it’s true. Virgin Atlantic have rescheduled my flight for the 4th May, that’s 2 weeks away. That’s ridiculous. Am getting a tad bored out here and have decided that Durban is not the best place in the world. There’s not a great deal to do but I did fit in some skydiving inland from Durban, near a place called Eston. Had not jumped for over 18 months so needed recurrency training and a check jump but managed to get 7 jumps in one day. Best day’s jumping I’ve ever had. Now I’m just itching to jump out of a plane with Mummy. How much fun is that going to be? Lots. And then as soon as you’re old enough, obviously you’ll be joining us. No? How cool would that be? The 4 of us flying through the air together. Nuts.

Loving and missing you,

Daddy X

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Dear Alex, Month 1

Wednesday 20th January 2010

Dear Alex,

Lightning. In the same place twice.

Hello my girl, look at you, what an angel, what a thing for us to have gone and done, again.

Alex

I try to write down some things about what’s going on in your life, for documentary purposes, so in years to come you’ll know what was going on in your life, especially these early days whilst you’re clueless. I’ll try to write monthly during your first year and quarterly thereafter. And I want you to have a hint of a smattering of an inkling of an idea about what and how much you mean to us.

You were due to arrive on the 10th, I was thinking the 8th (my birthday) would be nice, but if it wasn’t then or the 10th then when? So when you landed on December 18th though, it was obvious: I met Mummy in a pub near the Barbican after meeting five days earlier online (no I’m not joking) on an 18th; your sister was born on an 18th. And, if you don’t include my big toes, I’ve got 18 digits.

Kate felt something was afoot the evening before so cousin Don and Helene came round for a game of pictionary. We’ve kept the badger that Don drew that night. It doesn’t look like a badger. At all. Then a couple of hours of nothing happening with you, they went back to their place just a little further down the Roman Road and we went to bed. A couple of hours later and you’d grown enough for your amniotic sack no longer to be able to contain you. Mummy’s waters were breaking all over the shop, I was grabbing the camera (well I’ve never seen broken waters before), Helene came back to look after sister, we got our shit together and headed down the road to the Royal London Hospital, Whitechapel. Only at 1am, in their wisdom, it was locked, because people only need hospitals 9-5. Teetering around the building on the icy ground, we found our way in via the side door, went up to the labour ward, some nurse who looked like we’d woken her pointed us in the wrong direction but eventually we were in the correct room, the room you were born in. Walking along the corridor to get to your room, we passed the screams of the house of horrors and a few hours later Kate was joining in, exactly the same. You’d dumped a load of meconium inside Mummy so there wasn’t going to be any hanging about like we did last time with Frankie (and this also meant we were less inclined to keep the placenta as we did last time). The contractions starting getting worse and scheiße mein alter schtiefels, it was a hard thing to watch the pain that Mummy went through. There was no time for any pain relief other than ‘gas and air’, no time for that planned epidural. “I can’t do this” I remember Mummy saying. 5 hours after arriving at the hospital, at 06h18, you came through. 7lbs 10oz. Bloody nora, birth is an emotional thing.

Alex, wink

The Naming of #2
What a bloody farce that became. We must have had a hundred conversations with friends and family over your gestation period that went something along these lines:

Them: “You got a name for her yet?”
Me: “Nope. Got any bright ideas?”
Them: “Amelia?”
Kate: “Grow up.”
Them: “Sophie?”
Me: “I like Sophie but it’s a little too princessy maybe.”

or

Me: “Any suggestions as to what we might name our daughter?”
Them: “erm”
Us: “no, neither have we.”

You get the idea. At some point over the 9 months the following were shortlisted, but none cutting the mustard as Alex has: Layla, Sam, Sami, Ana, Sophie, Sophia, Bow, Cat, Ali, Charlie, Beth, Izzy, Scarlett et al.

Don suggested the name Alex, whilst we were sat around the table playing our board game and twas agreed there and then that that was your name. The morning you were born I checked with Mummy that we were going with Alex and so it was. A day or so later the name Sami came up again and we were back to square one, still at a loss as to what your name was. There was also a bit of pressure on us deciding as we needed to register you in order to get your passport applied for in time for your upcoming first flight to South Africa. So on the 29th December we registered you at Bow Registry Office in the name of Sami Alex Lowry Spratt. A week later we went back to the office and reregistered you, this time lopping of the Sami, which I just couldn’t dig.

And don’t start me on the – “Alex” “Oh, Alexandra?” “N’no, Alex.” What is it with people.

For the record

Your body can seem a little uptight, like you’re still that foetus, all balled up. Your hands won’t uncurl, I don’t know what’s going on there.
You’re nocturnal, mostly sleeping during the day only to be up for attention at night. You real funny.

I must warn you – you’ve got this sister. Her name is Frankie and she is a complete fruitcake. She’s been very excited, waiting for you to “come out of Mummy’s tummy”. She currently calls you baby and the pair of you are extremely cute together although right now she can be rather boisterous but she is all good. You guys are going to have so much fun together.

Twelve hours after being born, home

If I had my way (if we had the money), we as a family would spend the rest of our lives travelling the world. Currently though, my job is taking me away a lot and this is far from ideal, leaving you guys behind. I left for Jordan on the 9th January and am due to be there for 3+ weeks, then you guys are off to SA soon after I get back, in time for your Uncle Edd’s wedding, I’m off to Mumbai first then I’ll see you out there. So these first few months we’re not going to see a great deal of each other. I know this isn’t cool, I hope you understand.

Don’t go changing,

Daddy X

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