Well, it really was more of a quite murmur, but spasm was definitely the keyword at play here. "Spasm, as in baby contractions?" I ask. "Spasms, yep.... as in the little bugger is trying to bore its way out of me RIGHT NOW =8^O " was the reply. The mind races, checklists start blinking through the cranial space that doubles as a peanut gallery and the adrenaline really starts to flow.
So this is it, we look like we are off and running!
Well, er...... no, as it turns out.
Last night, Helen's little "baby version of her" must have thought it was time to rehearse the parachute manoeuvre, getting ready to JUMP when the light shone through the escape hatch. Rehearsal it was, sadly, as things seem like they have gone quite again today. Oh well, for a few hours there, it seemed like we were ready for lights and sirens and a quick Ducati paced hop into our country town hospital.
Man, this waiting gig over the last few days has been exciting! I almost want to leave the car running (despite the enviro vandal badge I'd earn if I actually *did* leave the car running) just so we can do the 15km bolt to town without any delays. I mean, if things DO get left to the last minute, there'll be nothing else for it - I'll *definitely* have to fire up the Ducati then and strap the old girl to the back.... just so we can cut around 10 minutes off the trip to the hospital >;^)
Anyway, I'm only typing this little post because I'm anxiously whiling away the time while mother-to-be catches a few zed's. We're off to the quacks again this arvo to see what progress has been made. No doubt he'll ask pertinent questions like "has your cervix ripened?" ("what... like an apple???" I ask), or "have your water's broken?" ("um, well the bore pump actually broke the other day, if that's what you mean" I reply). If he needs to look and feel how dilated things are, I might just turn my head and whistle, just in case the baby has a chance to peer out and say "Huwwo Dadda!!".
Whatever the case, we're about 24 to 48 hrs away from meeting our new addition to the gene pool. Welcome to earth lil' mate =)
Hodgie
Hel with her number one son on board the old Ducati - it might be the quickest way to get her to hospital this second time around >;^)
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