So let's go back -quickly- (wayback machines powered up please!) to the morning of the birth...Picture, if you will, as your minds-eye cameras do a gentle beauty pass over the very early morning Surrey farmland surrounding our estate (perhaps spotting a fox or badger fleeing before you), tilting suddenly into the air to avoid the large hedgerow ahead to take in the east side of Whitebushes, orange sodium lit, circling in (finally) on the open window of the spare room (where Flyingpops had been sleeping on the harder mattress for comfort)...the intro-music fading gently as the camera focuses in on a clock showing the time - 0459 hours...and then, as the silence grips the audience - suddenly and without warning -
POP!!!
(According to the midwives, to actually hear the waters break is *incredibly* rare, but so began this conclusion to the journey we have travelled together for what seems like such a very long time)...
Of course, at this moment of great need, I was fast asleep (snuggled in my duvet in the Master bedroom dreaming of sentient plants effortlessly butchering waves of frustrated zombies) immune to any sort of frantic yelling by Flyingpops, in the end, she grabbed her mobile and called the house phone, the shrill report rousing me - eventually, anyway...
When I had rubbed away the sleepy-dust I managed a semi-conversation which ended with me saying something like "Urm, yes, I do think they probably have" and "How about we get you to the bathroom"...?
Some slightly inelegant fluid draining later, we opted to return to bed, this time, Flyingpops consented to be in the main bedroom so I could keep an eye on her...the pains in her back and front were coming quite regularly now (at least every seven minutes) but everything we had learned from NCT told us not to worry, and to just get some rest...
...and so Mummy and Daddy (to be), happy that everything was well, went back to sleep... ;)
1 comment:
went back to sleep??? You two were just way too calm about this birth ;)
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