When we moved here Jon was 15 months old so in much more toddler sized clothing, but yesterday Rachel finally succumbed to my nagging. I've been saying for weeks 'have you packed your bag? have you washed some newborn sized clothes? You can't put Bingle I something that hasn't been washed in the finest baby safe washing liquid. And what about crib sheets? This baby could come at any time'. To which she always replied 'there'll be plenty of time for that once I've given up work'. Oh will there? Well look, the sun is shining, you've finished work, you're here for Sunday lunch, let's put a wash on and dry them in the sunshine.'
Fast forward 4 hours. That nagging back ache she's had for a couple of days has become a bit more painful and a call to the hospital suggested that she pop along and be put on a monitor. Just to be sure. Just in case. (You know where this is going don't you?) Sure enough, those were contractions. At just 35 weeks I was trying hard to keep that brave, positive face on but I can't pretend that I'm not anxious.
They kept her in overnight, scanned her this morning - Bingle is probably weighing in at 4lb 14 oz, contractions (or 'cramps' as Little Miss Denial is calling them) have slowed and she's on her way home.
Any positive, reassuring tales of babies delivered early would be gratefully received!
Well this isn't the post I expected to write to join in with Sian's Memorandum Monday - you never know what the days will bring eh?