It turns out that Donné is pretty good at giving birth đŸ™‚
We knew things were on the go yesterday when she had her show, and by 5 o’clock this afternoon the contractions had started. Fortunately she did not go from no contractions to crazy wild contractions like last time. This time they gradually built up, which gave us a nice chance to sort out Grace, call Keren to come and look after Grace, tidy up the house, and get everything ready for school the next day.
Grace was SUPER excited that she might wake up to a new baby brother….and I know exactly what the first thing out of her mouth is going to be in the morning. I don’t think she wanted to go to sleep she was so excited.
Donné was lying on the bed reading, feeling generally sensitive and Grace was being her usual boisterous bumping-pushing-not-at-all-worried-about-mama-being-sensitive self. So I said to her, "Grace, you need to be gentle with mommy, so just touch her gently and whenever you touch her say 'I love you'."
G is Grace's letter, and every time she sees one she says, "g – that spells Grace," (to which DonnĂ© recently answered, "No, that spells Google," – one of the many G's in the world.)
We were driving and counting the corners until we got home. “Corner number 3,” I said to Grace as we got to the last one, to which she replied, “Cornwell Street.” I said, “Yes, corner number three,” and she said, “Cornwell. Concentrate dad.”
The mommies and friends ate cake and drank tea, while the daddies babysat and had fun in the park.
Grace went to her first ballet lesson today! After watching last week she was really excited so we got hold of the instructor to organise for her to join. When I chatted to her she said that Grace was interested last week, but would turn away and say no when she encouraged Grace to join in. I told her how excited she was, so we decided to see how it went in the last two lessons of the term.
Bob the BMW had to go into the service centre for some check-ups today, and ended up having to spend the night. This seemed to get Grace a bit off kilter and concerned – she was running around this evening on her phone to Bob, "Come back Bob the BMW, come back Bob the BMW!"