ailbhe | So excited will EXPLODE! (Reply)

Since shortly before 7:30 am we have had a little guest. Baby Iz is here. Her mother, you see, is busy. So's her father. They are in hospital working on Baby Iz's Baby Sib. They called about 6 am, Rob went over to wait for Iz to wake up, and brought her home for breakfast.

Linnea woke about 6:20, having gone to sleep at 12:45, and started demanding paints about 7:15. She got some after breakfast. I am sniffling and tired, having spent the night having the kind of dreams that mean I spent ten minutes this morning lying in bed in the dark persuading myself that it was INSANE to think that Linnea was lying stabbed in her bed, blood soaked into the mattress, multiple wide, deep wounds on her torso partially hidden by her pyjamas which have pictures of diggers and tractors on them.

I was incredibly pleased when she woke up and called "Meemee, Meemee coming now!"

We could take Iz to nursery later, but I think we won't, because Linnea is easier to look after with company, and Iz is a pleasure, and anyway, why take her to nursery when we're here?

Later we will go and buy fabric conditioner. Ecover apparently make some. From the sublime to the mundane.

(Iz's mummy is going to be fine, right? LOTS of people have babies and are fine, right? She's bound to be fine, right? Someone, please don't let me talk to expectant mothers EVER AGAIN because god, I am NOT the most cheerful or inspiring.)