I was at work on January 25th when the phone rang at about 10am:
Me: Good morning, Daddy A speaking, how may I help you? (I don’t really speak like this but it makes me sound professional)
Mummy A: It’s me. I just woke up and think I’m leaking water. Like, a LOT of water.
Me: Oookay. No need to panic. Should we go hospital?
Mummy A: Maybe. I haven’t got any pain though.
Me: Well perhaps we should go, just to be on the safe side. Just don’t panic.
Mummy A: I’m not panicking.
Me: No, seriously. Don’t panic….DON’T PANIC…DON’T PANIC!
I remember the thought I had at the time was “she can’t be going into labour, we haven’t bought the car seat yet!”
She told me afterwards that at the time she was thinking “I can’t be going into labour, we haven’t bought the car seat yet!”. Weird, eh?
So anyway, I left work at midday rushed home (completely calm of course) and we went to the hospital. To be honest we should’ve gone earlier though – we were kept waiting for 3 hours before anyone saw us!
Mummy A wasn’t having any contractions, and the hospital made the decision to keep her in overnight to prevent infection.
More coming up in part 3.
