Three years ago today... my water had broken almost 24 hours previously. I was about to be shipped off to Dundee, a half-hour drive from home, to be induced at the university hospital there. I was desperate for my labour to start. I knew that once the contractions actually started, it would be no time at all til the baby was born.
I made supper for the family, and then went into the bedroom and cried and prayed and waited.
And then the contractions started.
And then we rushed down to the Arbroath Infirmary.
Before I was even finished getting checked in, I was through transition and ready to push. And there, in the booking room, I delivered my sweet, fourth, final baby.
And now she's three.
Time flies. But it's good. I've enjoyed every minute. I'm looking forward to every minute that's still to come.
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