I remember Mrs F's waters being broken around 1pm on the Thursday. I recall thinking 'great, I'll be home in time for tea'. I was still there at 1am Friday morning when daughter arrived. The midwife got her all cleaned up and said 'Here, go to Daddy'. I thought 'what am I supposed to do with a baby?' But her blue eyes were gazing at the ceiling and she gave a little yawn, I'll never forget that.
Now that sweet baby is in Milton Keynes at BF's and I need to borrow her car so I can get over to Dad's. Anxiety is up because of being reliant on the good will of others.