False alarm: She’s been really sick and was dehydrated, which prompts contractions. IV, more fluids, antibiotics. some medicine for the bug that’s keeping her down, and she’s resting. We’re all back home. But at least I’m packed now.
We (Pip, me, the Cherub, the FYG and the FYB) all packed up this morning and drove into the big U. town where the HG lives. She’s been sick all weekend and wanted some quick help tidying up and packing up her older two kids to come stay with her mother-in-law while…..
SHE’S IN LABOUR!!
We helped with this and that, and then she wanted to be getting into the birthing pool in her kitchen, so we left to come over to Strider’s parents’ house.
As we drove through town I sort of hyperventilated/panic attacked over a car I thought was encroaching into our lane. The kids looked at me funny.
“I’m doing sympathy breathing with your sister,” I said.
“Mom’s having a baby!” announced my son loudly to the world at large.
“No,” said Pip dryly, “She’s having a cow!”
No word yet, btw. Other than contractions close, some dilation, baby still up high.