In the year 2000 I became pregnant with my 2nd child. As the pregnancy progressed I realised that his arrival would be rather close to an important family wedding. The whole family was involved with my Dad giving the Bride away, my Mum organising the flowers, my niece and nephews were bridesmaid and page boys and my DD was the cute flower girl. Extended family were travelling from far afield and we were all looking forward to the special day.
We didn't live that close to the wedding venue, I was due a baby a few days before, my toddler was the mini bridesmaid and I was having a home birth! My midwife was wonderful and as my due date came and went, I worried I would need to go into hospital and be induced, she decided my body was keeping my baby inside until exactly the right time.
I was just over 41 weeks pregnant at the wedding, rather uncomfortable but able to join in the celebrations and we stayed until about midnight then left in our carriage and travelled back to London to sleep in our own bed. Except I didn't get any sleep, my waters broke soon after my arrival home. Eventually I started having contractions (really really painful ones!) and my beautiful son entered the world at 4.30am on June 3rd 2001 weighing in at 9lb 6oz, He was born at home and everything had gone to plan, we were able to join in with our family extravaganza and have our boy delivered in the comfort of our bedroom.
So as Great Britain celebrates the Diamond Jubilee of Queen Elizabeth II we are celebrating the birthday of DS, we are dressed in red, white and blue, hanging bunting in the rain and hoping we don't trip over his crutches (he has a suspected foot fracture but that is another story!!)
Todays tale has been brought to you courtesy of Sian's Story Telling Sunday From High in the Sky. Please join in and I look forward to reading the multitude of posts at some point,
(Sorry for the lack of photos I hope to update this post with some but sadly I am away and forgot to choose some prior to leaving home!!)