It all began Saturday morning when Younger Son messaged to say that Nuora's waters had broken - but no contractions - and she was in hospital. (This was in spite of Baby having been given strict instructions not to arrive until the following weekend when we'd be there.)
Whatsapp proved very useful in keeping the parents and siblings updated although there wasn't a lot that could be called progress. Contractions did start but weren't too strong or close together so we went to bed Saturday night anticipating a night-time delivery: I said before midnight; Husband said 4.00 am.
With my phone next to the bed I tried to sleep. But you know what it's like. I'd drop off, wake suddenly and wonder if I'd missed a message, check the phone, sigh deeply and try to sleep again. Which meant that Husband who's a light sleeper didn't sleep well either. It didn't help that we hadn't actually specified arrangements, such as, if Baby arrives at say, 1.00 am, should YS message us immediately or wait until morning?
Turned out Baby had his own plans. He arrived just before 6.00 am (Sunday, 21st August) and YS messaged us about an hour later as soon as he had a chance.
After a long and fairly traumatic labour, with no painkillers for mum, Leonardo Luigi Hinds weighed in at 8.1 lbs. No photos - we're not allowed - so you'll have to trust me when I say he's perfect.
Whatsapp once again served a purpose during the day as messages of congratulations, support and advice flew between the new father and us and his experienced siblings and the smile hasn't left my face since.
Elder Son told GrandSon1 that Granny was very excited about going to see his new baby cousin. GrandSon1 nodded. 'I know why.'
'Oh yes, what's that?' his dad asked.
'She wants to bite his bottom.'