The sun is shining

No more wet washing hanging all over the place. Scurried round this morning and found all the things that needed washing, who knows how the long the sun is going to be here for.
It felt so good to have that sun on my back as I was pegging the first two loads out. Dare I strip the beds........no, I think that would be tempting fate a little, its good enough that all the towels are out there flapping away in the breeze.

Birthday boy this morning was stamping round the house, muttering and whinging about something. If kids can divorce their parents can parents divorce their kids.  23 years ago my waters broke right in the middle of making breakfast,  told my eldest to run up stairs and tell his dad my waters had broke, he came down the stairs muttering something like "clumsy thing, what have you broken now", the look on his face when he saw me bent over in agony and standing in a puddle was priceless. Grab me a nappy I shouted, he returned with a disposable. I hammered on the wall for my neighbour, she came running in her skimpy nighty and her wrist all bandaged up, hubby running all over the house packing bags and yelling. The phone rang, it was a mate who had just had his  shop window smashed in and needed help replacing it, hubby yelled at him that I had gone into labour and get off the phone. Meanwhile neighbour had phoned the ambulance and was standing in the front garden to wave it down.  I had phoned a friend and arranged for her to have liam till his grandparents could get there, I was standing in the front room with everything I needed. Hubby is still running around, ambulance turns up and tries to cart off the neighbour since she's pacing and in pain from a what we found out later was a broken wrist after a fall the night before.  The ambulance man panics, since I'm in labour and he has never had to deliver a baby.  All the streets out wondering what on earth is going on.  I calmly climb in the ambulance and say right come on then, lets get this baby born. Hubby follows in car as soon as friend picks up son.  Then it hits me, this baby is going to be nearly 7 weeks early, I can't have it now, it has to stay in there and cook a bit more.
Picture Dr. Dreamy from Greys, picture two student midwives drooling over Dr. Dreamy, one panicing hubby and one woman in labour who is also drooling over Dr. Dreamy in between contractions. Picture a husband who is rushing back and forth between his wife in labour and fitting new shop windows.  Out pops baby, its a boy, snatched away from me before I can even look at him and whisked up to SCBU.  Hubby follows baby and leaves me to Dr Dreamy and the two young students who in their eagerness to both hand him the stuff for stitching me together knock everything all over the floor.  He's busy apologising, I'm saying its nothing, don't worry about it. One clean up and a cup of tea later and I'm being wheeled up to see my little boy.  Blond fuzz on his head and looking like a giant next to all the other tiny babies, 2.2 kg at birth, not bad for  7 weeks early.  He was all wired up with connections and tubes but he was beautiful.   Nows he's 23, 6ft 2in and still cute and he has a mum who right at this minute is really annoyed he woke her at 5.30 a.m. but who is still going to bake him a big chocolate birthday cake.