I couldn’t write yesterday – there was only one thing to tell you and news wasn’t coming out until today. So I said nothing.
At 12.45 yesterday morning, I had a text from Ro to say that Dora had been admitted to hospital for the birth of their baby. I heard nothing more until noon, then at 3pm that she was having an emergency caesarean section. The hole in the carpet became more worn as I continued to pace. I bore it pretty patiently for a couple of hours, then just sat and worried. But at last, sometime after 5.30, Ro was able to tell me that all was well.
I thought of a blog name for him weeks ago but I can’t at present remember what it is, so that can wait. His real second name is Russell, however, after his grandfather – and his due date would have been Russell’s eightieth birthday; he was born a week early. But what we all want is pictures.
Here he is at about three hours old.
And this is today.
So happy and relieved, it is wonderful. I hope to see him tomorrow and I’m so excited.