Remember that friend I wrote about the other day? The one having a baby? Well, she started having that baby on Saturday. The baby was only born last night at nearly eleven o’clock. Yes, three days of labour.
Sometime today I’ll go down and get a look at the little girl. Hopefully get to hold her, although going at the opening of visiting hours on the day after birth is never a good idea. I may just have to admire her from afar until later today. I can’t wait, though. I can’t wait to hear how my friend survived three days of labour. The very thought is completely insane in my mind. Seven hours is the longest I’ve ever been in labour. I can’t even imagine what she’ s just been with. I think she needs a medal. A big shiny medal and a big, shiny, loud, terrifically fun party. You know, as soon as she’s recovered a bit.