my mind got to fantasing about how the birth would be on my commute home...
here's what went thru my niave first timer head as i stood swaying ob the 20.14 from Clapham Junction.
Kind of starts in the wee hours. for the drama, like.
wake up the husband off we pop to hospital
a few hours in hospital hanging out we get one of the single ensuite rooms on 7th floor overlooking westminster and the thames.
text my shiatsu therapist who is gagging to be at birth at about 8am. miraculously, she's free and jumps on her bike.
she arrives, massueses me while DH pops off for some breakfast.
on his return, massuesing's finished and the chi so successfully redirected that birth proper's about to start.
yogic birth lasting oooooohh.... lets say 35min????
babs is fine, i'm fine.
bit more hanging out. leave hospital bang on the six hour dot. me wearing the new Hush loungewear bottoms someone's thoughtfully bought me for xmas. babs in the Katvig bodysuit i've designated as her Going Home For the First Time outfits. It's a perfect fit.......