On Thursday night, April 10th, at four minutes past eleven, I helped in the delivery of my first grandchild - Alfie. Alfie weighed 7lbs 8oz and was born after a very difficult and very long labour, which I attended both as a mother and a midwife. It was the most emotionally exhausting 48 hours of my life but, like childbirth itself, was worth every minute.
My rough, tough son-in-law cried like the softie he really is and my daughter worked like a trojan to push the baby into the world with the help of a ventouse. Without her strength, stamina, and perseverance it is highly likely that we would be in far from celebratory mood right now - it was touch and go.
I am proud to call Jo Tait my daughter - and boy, do we have some stories to tell Alfie when he's grown.
Pictures to follow - nice pix, not gory ones!
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Oh Flooz, how wonderful!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'll bet it was exhausting. Love the Trojan push analogy!
Love the baby's name! Sooooo cute. ALfie!
Life is sweet.
I spoke with the postman today. He says to wait just a bit more with your sock. It is possible it took this long......Im waiting! Im so sorry
CONGRATULATIONS!!!! How exciting!!! Very special that you got to be there and assist at the birth. Best wishes to you and your family...
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