Introducing Lewis Paul Stevens
When I started Real Men Sow, I made myself a rule that I wouldn’t let the blog veer towards personal posts. RMS was going to be all about the veg.
I’ve been close a few times, making tenuous comparisons between bikes and allotments, bigged up vegetable growing for rescuing my masculinity because I’m rubbish at fishing, and used the plot to vent my spleen about dropping litter.
However, after all the lovely tweets I received about my newly born son, I’m going to fly in the face of my self-imposed regulations to officially welcome a new member of the Real Men Sow family. I’ll do my best to bring it back to veg, but I can’t promise anything.
Baby Lewis was born about 12.30am on Sunday morning after quite a lengthy labour. We were transferred between hospitals and poor Ailsa ended up on an epidural. We got there in the end, and as soon as I held my little boy, nothing at all in the world seemed to matter. He’s ace.
I’d like to extend a big thanks to the midwives and doctors who delivered Lewis. Our NHS, and those who work within it, are precious, and should be cherished and protected by us all.
Lewis weighed 7lb 4oz, which by my records is the equivalent of two of last season’s better butternut squashes combined (see, there’s a veg link!). Hopefully by time I harvest this summer’s squashes, he’ll be over the weaning and ready to enjoy munching on mashed squash as much as his dad does.
Once again, thanks for all the kind words. I was overwhelmed by everyone’s generosity. Normal service will be resumed by the end of the week, when I’m going to talk about a water butt; the other exciting arrival at number 73…