Thrilled to announce that littlest fella has a litttle brother and future partner in crime! Toby Alexander James arrived late last night after taking 36 hours to make up his mind about it. Mother and baby (7lb7oz) are well although I haven't seen them yet. DD won't be out of hospital until tomorrow, daytime visiting is restricted to partners and LF was going out with the nanny they have on Mondays. Much as I would have loved to stay, I felt they will need their own space, SIL can have an early night once LF is in bed and it all kick off tomorrow! Hope to be able to go up later this week with DH for a flying visit. In the end it wasn't a blue light dash - DD had started intermittent contractions on Saturday and rang to give me a heads-up, so I drove up late afternoon but by the time Sunday morning came she was still there having bounced away most of the night on her ball! Contractions continued throughout Sunday while I took littlest fella to the swings and then we all went to Botanic Gardens (D wired up to her TENS machine!) and she finally went into hospital about 7.30 last night.
One thing unsettled me though and I wonder how many share this - I was really distressed to see my daughter in so much pain - although coping wonderfully - and the mums' instinct to take the pain away was very hard to resist. I had never thought of this before - I can't believe this is unusual, but how have others coped with this?