I woke at 4.30am on the 21st of January, after a night of strange dreams and unfamiliar feelings. I knew that you would be arriving soon. I could sense the shift, I quietly got up out of bed, trying not to wake your Dad and realised that the fluids protecting you in my tummy had started to leak. I was very excited and at the same time very calm, you were on your way and I treasured the moment. Your Dadda was stirring in bed and I told him we would meet you soon. He lay there smiling and wrapped his arms tightly around us.
We went to the beach, it was the most beautiful sunny day, and started walking. Occasionally we would stop and hug you between us. Your Dadda went for a swim and then we sat and watched him do yoga. I was feeling you wriggling in my tummy and thinking about how blessed we all were.
That day felt like a dream we were so ready to meet you, but didn’t want you to feel rushed our scared. We told you how much we loved you and how safe you were. I ate fresh fruit and your Dadda made lots of snacks. The midwife came to see us in the afternoon and we discussed what was ahead. I felt that I would be labouring throughout the night and told her and my own mother this. I always pictured you arriving before sunrise on the 22nd, and it was all unfolding this way.
Your Dadda and I decided to go to the beach again and as I left the house I felt my body surge as you began your journey downwards. We went for a very very long walk. My surges began 20 minutes apart and each time we would stop and your Dadda would hold us. We picked frangipani flowers on our way home and laid them around the house, we prepared for a long night.