Most woman have a sign that they are going into labour. Their waters break, contractions start – not me – I just wail and weep before anything has even started 🙂
With 1st born, I cried for about 5 hours after hearing Perry Como sing “For the Good Times” My Dad used to sing this in the pub all the bloody time after him and Mom had divorced. I didn`t cry for that reason though, I cried cos he was the typical “pub singer” and as a teenager and it was always excruiciatingly embarrassing hearing him sing 🙂
2nd born, I cried and cried because I just knew I wasn’t going to love him as much as 1st born – I did, of course 🙂
3rd born, I had at home, and cried because I couldn’t finish hovering the stairs whilst in labour – bloody hell I`ve changed – now I cry if I have to do it!
And then onto 4th born – I cried and cried because I hadn’t finished my Christmas shopping and I just knew there would be no bloody turkeys left by the time I could gather myself together to venue out – again, I`ve changed as I wouldn`t give a hoot now if there was no turkeys left – means less cooking for me to do on Christmas Eve 🙂
And so it came to pass that on this day, 8 years ago, a child was born. There probably were a few shepherds pottering around but no Kings appeared on the doorstep – there was, however, an Angel in attendance x
The beauty of her birth was the fact, like 3rd born, she was born at home and I was able to bring her straight downstairs and hand to my Mom xx
Happy Birthday to my beautiful banana xxxxxx