A letter to Blair
You were born in the middle of a thunderstorm. A new years day baby, desperate not to miss more than a day of 2010. The night before we had lain on a mattress on our living room floor under the only air-conditioning unit in our 2 bedroom weatherboard house in Melbourne. As was traditional in Melbourne, New Year’s Eve was hot, 40oC during the day and not that much cooler at night. We watched Entourage and ate curry. As the clock ticked closer to midnight your dad and I drove up to the railway bridge at Seddon and ran up the steps in the rain to watch the city fireworks. I say ran, I waddled as quickly as I could being 9 months pregnant. We had been waiting for you for a month after doctors told us you would likely be born weeks earlier than your due date of 4th January.
A decent nights sleep followed and the next day I drove your grandparents about 25mins around the bay to Brighton for lunch with my cousin. My waters broke over lunch, slowly and imperceptible to any one but me. I didn’t say anything, there wasn’t any pain, we were all enjoying lunch and I didn’t want any fuss. Om the drive home we had to stop for petrol and I remember thinking god help me if i have to get out of the car to fill up the tank I am going to flood the car park. Thankfully Grandpa jumped out unawares and sorted it all out. Once home I disappeared into the bathroom and on my return to the kitchen Nana said “you were in there so long we thought you were in labour’.
I was strangely calm, there was still no pain, Nana and Grandpa focussed on worrying about where your Daddy was. He was home soon enough and it was decided they would order Vietnamese for dinner. I wasn’t in a rush to get to hospital, after all having a baby takes ages. First contraction came before your Daddy dialled the number for the Vietnamese and when the second one rolled in a few minutes later suddenly I knew it was time to go. We lived just 10 mins down a straight road from the hospital and I must have had 2 or 3 contractions during that drive.
We didn’t even bring my carefully packed hospital bags in with us because i was sure I would be sent home, after all having a baby takes ages, right? The midwife at the hospital told me I had a long way to go so Kris went to move the car from the drop off spot. By the time he came back I was on my way up to the birthing room and things were moving as quickly as they started. I didn’t have any pain relief mainly because no one offered, my birth plan was pretty much if I ask for drugs give me them! I was surprised and fairly proud that I didn’t swear once although I did tell your Daddy I was very frightened. I used not one of the well thought out and researched birthing aids that were packed in the hospital bag which your Daddy left in the car and we don’t have any photos of your birth or your first 12 hours on this earth because my phone and camera were in that bag too, oops first parenting fail!
4.5 hours later at 11.54pm on New Years Day you arrived. I remember the thunder and lightening lighting up the sky while the rain hot off the windows and I remember your shock of dark hair and your tiny little body against my chest. I remember telling your Daddy, I could do that again no bother, (I changed my mind about that pretty quickly).
You made a dramatic entrance Blair and you have continued to keep our lives interesting ever since. You are as quick tempered as a thunderstorm, as funny as a fool dancing in the rain and as kind as the man who lent me an umbrella on the bridge on New Years Eve. We love you so much.
ps Poor Daddy never got his dinner!