On Thursday Uncle Neil came to meet me and to run a marathon with Daddy (who must be daft after 2 weeks with no sleep!)

Uncle Neil brought masses of presents from back home including a very scary “cuddly” Nessie.

I have discovered how much fun it is to scream at the top of my lungs all day, but Uncle Neil could get me to calm down with a quick verse of my new favourite song “Two little boys”.

On Saturday night after the marathon, we ate Pizza with Daddy’s friend Henrik and on Sunday, Barbara and Niklas came with a stuffed Penguin for me which I liked very much.

On Monday it was time for Uncle Neil to go home and he seemed strangely relieved, but he promised he would be back 🙂

Was a busy week this week with cards and presents coming for me almost everyday and people from all over the world calling to see how I was doing… It’s good to be loved 🙂

The health visitor came and I got weighed and measured and everything was going up nicely. Daddy made some inappropriate jokes about celebrating with a bottle of whisky and the health visitor sat him down to have a talk about the dangers of drinking with a young child and gave him some leaflets on coping with his alcoholism… What an embaressment!

Mummy’s friends Annika and Carina couldn’t wait to meet me so came on Monday and brought my first jeans dress and two tops with small red cat paws on them.

I also had my first ever bath this week. As with every new experience, I started screaming by default at first, but as soon as Mummy and Daddy put me in the water, I really enjoyed it and I did my best to leave more water on the floor than in the bath tub by the time I was ready and clean.

On the Friday the midwives finally said that I could go home. Mum and Dad’s friend Kaiyu came and picked us up from the hospital and drove us home. (And gave me lots of clothes as a present 😉 )

I was born on the Sunday and had to stay at the patient hotel with Mummy and Daddy untill the Friday because I was going a funny orange colour. The nurses said that this was because I had jaundice, but Daddy told them it was because I was a Dundee United fan… 😉

The doctors and nurses done lots of blood tests on me and my little hands were blue because they jabbed me so many times. They also did tests to make sure I could see and hear OK and I passed with flying colours!

The best bit was when they gave me my own solarium to lie in overnight to help get rid of the orange colour. Mum and Dad thought that I looked like an alien…

Mummy and Daddy borrowed a pram for me (we called it my rental car) and we went for my first trip outside. The old folks took coffee and we sat and looked out across Edsviken lake at Ulriksdals castle which is close to where Mum and Dad used to live and they would often go down there for picnics.

All the other little babies were getting visitors and had little cuddly toys in their cribs, so Mum made a phone call to my new friend Maria and she came to visit me and gave me my first teddy bear 🙂

At 4:30am Mummy started to feel that I was on my way. Her and Daddy stayed at home untill 2pm and then called a taxi to take us all to Danderyds Sjukhus. Daddy says the taxi driver looked the most worried of the three of them!

Mummy worked really hard and so did I and at 23:51 I decided that it was time to make an appearance!

Daddy said that when I first came out into the world, I was bright blue and very hairy. Daddy thought that Mummy had given birth to the cookie monster!

But then Mummy asked the midwife if I was a boy or a girl and she held me up and they saw I was a little girl and Mummy and Daddy where very happy. After Daddy has stopped crying, they decided that I would be called Sofia to mark the fact I’m half Bulgarian.

Before we all went to the patient hotel to have a well deserved rest, they weighed and measured me and I was 3.750 Kg and 52 cm long.

So that’s me, little Sofia, born on the 1st July 2012 to the worlds proudest parents. Welcome to my Blog!