...I was in the Royal Brisbane Women's Hospital, in labour with Adrian and watching an episode of Gossip Girl. I was tired of walking up and down the long corridors of the hospital and so we hooked up my laptop in a corner lounge of the maternity ward.
I had been in what the midwives were calling "early labour" (I was calling it more painful than my last labour!) for most of the day and so they didn't think I qualified for a birthing suite but gave me a bed in the ward. By 10.30pm, they told me that I could either go home, or stay the night alone because Richard wasn't allowed to stay. Thankfully, I chose to stay because an hour later, my water broke, 30 minutes after that, Richard was back in the hospital and about 10 or 15 minutes after that, Adrian came screaming into this world.
He turns one tomorrow. Already! He's toddling around the place all the time now. I guess I have to start admitting to myself that the real "baby" baby Adrian is gone. Throughout the year, I have told myself to savor each day with him because he's not going to be a baby for long.
Here's a photo of him helping to clean up after Christmas lunch.
I'm going to have to think up some way to make the next year go slower....