There are two things that should have told me that the baby was coming on Monday night. I had promised myself that I would finish making a baby book for each of the children before the next one was born. I finished Harriet’s baby book at 10:30 p.m. on Monday night. The second thing was that I had let the laundry pile up. Talk about tempting fate.
I woke up at 12:40 a.m. to find that my water had broken. I called the midwives and they said to wait and see what happened. But, having been warned that third babies tend to come quickly, we threw things together, called dear friends to come and be with the sleeping girls, and headed to the hospital.
My first contractions weren’t until half past one. We reached the hospital at 2 and Hugh entered the world sunny-side-up at 3:10. God was indeed so very merciful in this! I am so grateful to everyone who was praying for us.
At 5:30 a.m. we were cleared to head home, but opted to rest for an hour or two so as not to awaken the friends in our flat for the second time that night. In the end, we didn’t make it home until after 8 a.m., because we had to wait 40 minutes in the hospital entryway for a taxi. That was really the most waiting we had to do all night! I wanted to say, “Seriously? I just had a baby in an hour and you can’t drive a cab up the hill in forty minutes??” Don’t worry, I let Alex do the talking (always a good policy).
When we arrived Norah and Harriet were already in a state of high excitement, waking up to some of their favorite people being vastly preferable to Mommy and Daddy. They were both completely awed and thrilled with Hugh–Norah kept laughing and wiggling from sheer happiness and made twenty suggestions as to his care in the first minute of holding him and Harriet hugged and kissed him so tightly that I had to come to the rescue. He will be well-loved.