Cecilie had her baby in August – Baby Bo.  I was at the birth which was at home (her home).  The whole thing didn’t take more than about 5 hours, but what a long five hours.  I had tried reading up before hand on what I was supposed to do, but in the end resorted to watching the programme Call the Midwife.  Maybe I shouldn’t have started with the first series which is in the 1940s because it was all boiling water and towels.  I arrived just after midnight to find Matthew doing the expectant Dad walk (up and down, up and down). The midwife arrived but without her magic bag, then the magic bag arrived, but without the hmm, what was it now, I don’t think we ever found out, but something was missing and I think we all felt that without it, we were lost, but then that arrived too, so we were all ready to go. By this time Cecilie was in Pain with a big P. And the midwife started offering pain killers and all manner of things. My main job at this point was just to look busy, unrolling and rerolling the toilet rolls, that sort of thing. Cecilie manoeuvred her way into the birthing tub, and I came into my own. It was my job to keep the water at the right temperature, and mop up spillage, so even in this day and age I can recommend an abundance of towels and hot water.  Fortunately, the baby arrived before the water reached the top of the tub, I’m not sure anyone had thought that one through. Matthew held her hand, and the midwife kept everyone calm.  We spent the next few hours transfixed on Cecilie, when each contraction was over, we sighed in relief and just sat starring at her waiting for the next one. Later she actually admitted that she had little sleeps and even dreams while we all sat totally tormented on her behalf. She managed the whole thing with lots of screaming and shouting, an awful amount of pain, but no meds.  That’s my girl! Baby was born in the veil which only broke on his way out, so a little bit of magic was at work. Baby was packed in blankets, then someone asked if it was a boy or a girl, baby unpacked and we met our Baby Bo.

We are in Prague; David is doing a bit of furnace business and I’m doing a bit of sight seeing. This morning I went for a run. I have of late, been getting a good routine for the runs – twice a week, working up to 5k and probably stopping there for a bit. Anyway, off I went after discovering that my sense of direction has over the years, gone from bad to worse. Still I have a little map written on my hand and a telephone in my pocket. Not sure if it was the uneven paving stones which are everywhere in Prague or just a sense of feeling a bit uncertain about getting lost, but I decided to give up the run. In an attempt to not look like an old women who doesn’t know what clothes to wear (in the rain), I decided to give power walking a go. I am sure there is a lot more to it than just furiously pumping your arms back and forth, but it did the trick, I arrived back at the hotel in a sweat, and hopefully not looking like a total prat.

Why does listening to Waterloo Sunset make me want to cry. Lost youth? Memories so old now. 45 year old memories of a Waterloo Sunset, Waterloo Bridge, another life.

Status. Covid is raging and the vacination seems further away. But we are fine, we live in a nice house, with a nice doggy and the possibility of walking into the countryside. Davids just got hearing aids, and been to the dentist and next week will have a bit of skin cancer removed from his nose. So all in all I’ve got a new husband. I look forward to the nicer weather and I can get into my garden again and see how the pond is doing. Works fine, but looking forward to the end, whever that might be.

“It is true that on bright days we are happy. That is true because the sun on the eyelids effects chemical changes in the body. The sun also diminishes the pupils to pinpricks, letting the light in less. When we can hardly see we are most likely to fall in love.

Jeanette Winterson – I have had this quote for at least 20 years ‘And for the bright days: when the sun diminishes the pupils to pinpricks and can hardly see’

I think I like my version best?

 

 

 

Been outside all day doing the garden, enjoy it so much, but just wish the doggy would stay in the garden.  Listen to a crappy library book on Libby.

Hello Blog,

Been a while. At this point in time, I’m preparing for a 12km run on Saturday, and a triathlon in about 3 weeks (with Cecilie).  I’m doing extremely well in fact.  Earlier this week, I achieved the 12 in under 7 minutes.  The first 5 of which was done in 5.5 mins per km.  Wow og wow – get me!  Usain Bolt step aside.  I’m very proud of myself and it makes it all worth while.

Apart from that I’m waiting for dinner which tonight consists of broccoli and cheese soufflé, mushy peas and bread.

Promise to write a bit more often.

Just think, 50 years ago I was 10 years old and a bridesmaid for cousin Mary and Dave.

Sometimes I’ve got a little hurt somewhere deep inside – but not today.

 

Got married to ‘my sweet love’ David on Saturday watched by friends and family and Silke and Cecilie and William. Too frightened to reread the girlies speech. Not a dry eye in the house. Wouldn’t change a single minute of the day. Or days around.

Today I’m sharpening my pencils – new era begins.