[Note: Chris is giving away a copy of Argent Dreaming!]
August 9th 1996 my youngest grandson, Geek-Boy was born. Not in the hospital, but in his parent’s bedroom in our home. Eldest grandson, Nerd-Boy, then two and a half, was playing in his own room. I was doing the washing up in the kitchen, with the baby monitor on so I could keep track of NB.
The last update the midwife had given me on DinL’s progress was a few minutes previously, to the effect that it’ll be hours yet and DinL was going to have a bath to help relax her and ease her back. It was her second baby, and her labour with NB had been long and difficult. Even so, she had insisted on a home birth.
Suddenly, there was a flurry of activity from upstairs. Then over the monitor I heard an infant crying, and NB suddenly announced very loudly, “That’s my baby…” I dropped everything and ran upstairs, to find a completely dazed DinL sitting on the bed with my son, a furious Geek-Boy in her arms. She’d been on her way to the door for that bath when the contraction hit. Supported by the nurse, she clung to the doorframe as the second followed on immediately, and the midwife hurled herself across the room to catch GB as he was born. It was literally that fast.
As a family, we’ve had our dark times as well as the bright. We’ve had problems and overcome them by pulling together as a team. There are still the odd subject matters on which we do not see eye to eye, and occasionally harsh words are spoken. But the bottom line is summed up by two words; Family and Team. It works for us.