They say that childbirth is an unforgettable experience so here are the things I will never forget about Pete’s birth:
We went to bed on Friday night close to 1am (some things simply don’t change after five and a half years of marriage). Two hours later, I was woken up by unmistakable contractions that were about 15 to 20 minutes apart. Part of me was filled with excitement. The other part of me wanted desperately to go back to sleep…
Rick did not believe I was going into labour. Being the one without the uterus, he was clearly the one who knew best.
Once all my bags were packed into the car, I snuck into Angus’ room to whisper goodbye in his ear before leaving him in the safe hands of Mary, Rick’s mum. She had been at our place just seven hours earlier helping me put Angus to bed. Afterwards, we had talked for at least an hour in the lounge room – remembering Cameron, gushing about Angus, and anticipating the arrival of our third little Mason boy, Pete.
At 4.30am in the morning, the roads were dark and quiet. Rick and I were both too tired to talk much, though I could feel the quiet excitement that stretched between us. In the back of my mind, I thought back to the night Cameron died and how we’d also driven into hospital in the dark of the night.