I was a bit worried when we moved out of the city that we wouldn't see our friends as frequently and it may be rather lonely. It's true, we don't see people as often, but when they do come, they now come to stay rather than simply popping by for an hour or so.
In what was otherwise a rather slow news week, this weekends guests, Laurie's Godfather, his daughter and heavily pregnant wife, were a welcome addition.Ture, it was quite funny to discuss in the evening what sort of midwifery equipment we would have here, in case of need. However, I did get a bit nervous when Jane started looking uncomfortable over dinner, but she assured me the (clearly quite strong) Braxton Hicks were a daily occurance and nothing to worry about. She was then the life and soul of the party staying up well beyond midnight. Things however got a bit more nerve wracking when at 9.30 am she appeared asking to use the shower as her waters had just gone. I flew into a mild state of panic/excitement and started looking for towels. After the shower it become clear the baby was not taking its time and poor Jane was soon hopping about looking well on her way....so we kept their toddler as they made a mad dash back over the bridge (gathering speeding tickets on their way) and made it into the hospital with moments to spare. It turned out we missed our first cottage birth by 30 mins and baby was born in the toilet on arrival. The proud parents have given up on their preffered name of Ellouise as you can't risk anything with a shortening of 'Loo'.
Mother and baby are well...phew.
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