A little after 6:30pm, he finally put in an entrance in Portimão hospital.
A boy, weighing 7.5 lbs, complete with ginger hair.
A name was settled upon during the pregnancy, but for some reason it was discarded in the last few days.
For now he is simply ‘the boy’, and as far as I know, my first relative to be born in Portugal.
I wonder if they have thought of calling him Cristiano.