On this day in 1981 it was cold and snowing. I had check started the car at 8am, 8.30am, 9am and continued to do this through the day. By 7pm Val suggested I ring the midwife which I did. Left a message for her but neglected to say who I was.
Midwife rang back and asked if it was me who called
She duly arrived and said there was a while to go so we settled down to watch Tora Tora Tora on the telly.. just as the battle started the midwife suggested it was time to head for the hospital
So off we started and halfway down the road Val asked me if I'd picked up the bag...
I duly did a handbrake turn and we headed back, picked up the bag and then started back. This was when Val said we should hurry and and I put my sporty car through its paces - hitting about 80 mph in 3.6 seconds. Arrived safely at the hospital.. beating one quite confused midwife by a few seconds.
Not too much longer before the sprog arrived.. Now I had it in my head that the bump was going to be a boy so I stared in horror at my poor new son who was missing a vital part!
Then I realised that he was a she and all was well
It wasn't that I particularly wanted a boy, I was just sure bump was a boy.
Midnight I was stood outside the hospital feeling like I'd been hit by truck - like WOW!!!
Some memories never fade.
Happy Birthday Cara!
