MrB had been sleeping in the other room as I was really uncomfortable the night before and had kicked him out of our bed. I woke him up and told him I was in labour and he grunted at me and said "What again" (we had had a few false alarms) he has never lived it down.
He eventually believed me and got up, the house was still quiet as the older three were still asleep.
It was a very eventful couple of hours - I insisted that MrB go and rescue our kitten who was having a fight with another cat outside, Our kitten then jumped through the window and attached itself to my (quite painful) bump in terror.
I thought it would be a good idea to have a bath and while in it my ctx got suddenly worse- mrb became convinced I was about to deliver in the bath and had to
Once in the hospital things went really well and I delivered Gaby two hours after I arrived.
Now I know I'm biased but she was beautiful the rest of my newborns have come out looking a bit like plucked chickens and got better as they got older but she was gorgeous from the start, she was a beautiful peachy pink colour and looked so fresh and new and just perfect.
Everyone was amazed by her hands she looked like she had stopped off for a manicure on the way out.
We had an overnight stay and came home on Mothering Sunday. Since then she has made life so much fun, she still has her style and can carry off any outfit often comes down wearing bizarre combinations that actually look good.
She is our girly girl, and likes all things pink but has a huge interest in creepy crawlies too.
She is the drama queen of the family and likes to play the diva our nickname for her is Golden Globe Gaby.
It is hard to believe that 8 years ago I was holding my perfect squishy newborn and now I have this beautiful girl who wants to collect worms in the garden during the day and then spend the evening in the bath with a face mask on.