I don’t want to speak too soon but after a whole night of being monitored in the delivery room and contracting painfully every three minutes I finally fell asleep at 4.30, the Peas finished their epic punch up, and everything seems to have stopped. Come on Peas, back to sleep. If you’re good they might let us go home this year.
Got Lucas on the phone this morning. He just said ‘Babies ok?’ and, satisfied by a cheerful yes from me, he went back to playing trains. Very practical boy. Yeah, they’re ok. I’ll be home soon.