Oh to be in England, now that baby's [almost] here! Or, more accurately, there.....
The lovebirds are moving into their new nest tomorrow, and the due date is the very next day......As my informant, the on-site granny-to-be, remarked in a recent e-mail update, if that baby is smart he'll stay put as long as possible! But that will be up to the stork, a contrary bird if ever I met one.
Word has it that most observers are predicting it will be a boy. As far as that goes, when I was expecting the daddy-to-be, I was so convinced he would be a girl that he had no name for a week. We lived in Montana at the time, and he was born in mid-summer, thirty two years ago---egad!
I assured the OC that he didn't need to stay home that day. I'd be fine. We still had three days 'til the due date. But I was restless. As soon as he took his dubious leave, I got the urge to vacuum. And rearrange furniture. Beds and tables and couches. Not having enormous lung capacity at the time, I sat down to catch my breath between bouts of heaving, lifting and pushing.
Lily was five and her little brother was two. We had arranged that they would go to a friend's house when the time came....After a little more heaving of furniture, it became obvious that the wait was over. Not wanting to call the OC and have him drive all the way across town to get us, only to turn around and drive back in the same direction, I weighed my options, and decided to pile the little people into the Jeep we had at that time, and drive across town, to Terri's house, myself.
When we were ready to roll, I waited for a contraction, made it through it, then started off down the hill towards town. We made it to the bottom of the hill before the next one. At which time I pulled over, got through it and pulled back out into traffic. Until the next one. And so on, all across town. Drive, pull over, breathe, breathe, breathe, repeat. The OC was waiting with Terri for us. Terri took the little ones under her wing and the OC whisked me off to the hospital, where a couple of hours Britboy was born.
I wrote this on March 19 th. and saved it as a draft. But three hours ago, before I could finish it, we got a phone call.............And that's all I can tell you until tomorrow. Because, if I spill the beans before she knows, Lily will kill me!
I will tell you this much: I'm smiling from ear to ear!
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The suspense! But you are smiling so all is obviously well. Congratulations all round, and I am looking forward to hearing all the news.
Oh Lucky You! Congratulations. I hope new Mum is well.
Photos soon please...when you get sent some.
What a good day!
Congratulations!
And what a great story you have. My MIL once told me a similar story, about dropping her two kids off with a neighbor and then driving to the hospital. I was astounded, more so when I went through the whole thing myself. You two must be women of steel!
YAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!!!!!!!
Congratulations!
That's so wonderful, I can't wait to hear the news!!!
Be back very soon for details!
XO
Scarlett & Viaggiatore
Oh, congratulations and best wishes, can't wait to hear more!
Oh Molly! How exciting! Congratulations! That last little bit brought tears to my eyes -- I can't wait to hear what variety of grandchild you have -- dare I guess pink?
Molly - we are dying of suspense here!
Congratulations, Grannie Molly! How I envy you. How soon can you get there?
I'm so happy to learn that everybody is well, and can't wait to see pictures of your new grandson. Is there a beautiful quilt in the making?
When my second child was being born, my then-husband could not be found so I drove my 19-month old daughter to my mother's and then took myself to the hospital. It's amazing what we can do when we have to.
Oh Molly! Driving through contractions you big brave thing. Congratulations on the newest grandson, how absolutely exciting!
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