New and old, home and abroad, we wait for news, for details, for relief. For joy. Is she okay? Is he all right? They must be exhausted. And what about... it seems wrong to refer to call it 'it' now. Is he a boy? Is she a girl? Are they ginger? What's their name? Somewhere, everyday in the world, a new life's made, a fleshy little bundle of potential, ability and promise. We know where this one is. And we know who made it. It's a miracle, and like any human we just want to know what to call it.