After 19 hours labour my grandson was finally born at 1.29am this morning - a May Day birthday he now shares with my mother-in-law. As with my daughter's other two births all went well until the last twenty minutes or so when it all went pear shaped because baby became very distressed and suddenly we had 5/6 midwives and a doctor in the room, but in spite of being told she would need help to get baby out she managed by herself and baby recovered very quickly. My daughter was very shocked and tired after the birth and took a couple of hours to be able to do more than stroke baby's head on her chest, but by 3.30am she had roused enough to dress and cuddle him. His name is an old-fashioned, love it or hate it name, but I love it. It's too distinctive to share though, I'm afraid - we don't want it appearing on FaceBook. After being awake for 26 hours (and being locked out of my daughter's house when the other granny realised she hadn't got the house keys with her) I finally got to bed just after 5.30am!
We're collecting the boys from school at lunchtime and taking them in to meet their baby brother then will go home this afternoon. The other lovely granny shared the whole experience except for the actual birth (only 2 people allowed at that point) and is going to stay on here until the end of the week to do the school run and help out.
Sending good wishes to other grannies-in-waiting and a quick wave to gilly. 