Hello Speck!
I thought as I lay in bed this morning that I’d share with you what it feels like to be carrying you around at this stage. Its not something I can readily describe, so a photo is going to have to suffice.
So: This is what you look like to me when I’m lying in bed…
the view of your home from my perspective – i can still see my toes, just!
Somewhat like a beached whale, you have to agree…
mmm..
love you
mum
If I blow this photo up I can almost imagine myself twenty-one years ago in exactly the same state in the same place in Brisbane (well, a couple of streets away). How amazing. We caught a taxi to the hospital in the middle of the night as Gretta’s Dad (your aunt 3 remember?) didn’t drive and I remember the taxi driver worrying we wouldn’t make it even though we were so close to the hospital… Gretta came at a rate of knots when she started…hope you give your Mum time to breathe a bit and get used to the process before it revs up.
Love
Grandma K