My family are a huge part of my life. We all live within a twenty mile radius so do see a great deal of each other and for that reason I see myself as incredibly lucky. As I am likely to refer to them in blogs I had better introduce them to you.
These are my Grandchildren. Jack is 3 and his sister is four and half month old Izzy, they are the children of my youngest daughter. Amy is 2 and her Mummy is my eldest daughter who is expecting identical twins in September. We know that we will not have to wait until September to meet ‘Van and Lorry’ as she going to be having a caesarian section in August, if she doesn’t have them before! I was lucky enough to be invoved in my daughters care care during their pregnancies and births and they each, in their own way way, gave me whole new perspectives on childbirth. With the twins my input has been extremely scant as this pregnancy is considered high-risk, identical twins and previous caeasarian taking it mainly under the care of a Consultant Obstetrician but I have been able to go to a few of her 8 scans with her and love watching Van and Lorry cavorting around and bumping into each other.
I also have a son, no Grandchildren from him….yet, although the conversations seem to be leading us in that direction. I have said to him and DIL that I would love it if they could wait a year until they join in the family expansion process as, come August, I will have run out of cots and chairs to put all the babies in!
There is also my long-suffering Hubby. Being married to a Community Midwife is not the most predictable life, sometimes he goes to bed with me but wakes up in the morning to find a note telling him I’m at a birth, don’t know when I’ll be back, or we may have just sat down to dinner and off I rush, planned events often have to go on hold with the ring of the phone. He has found a way to get his own back, he plays golf, frequently, midwifery is my ‘hobby’ (his logic), golf is his.