We had a lovely quiet day yesterday with J and her children. She was looking very uncomfortable as Iona’s godson was refusing to be born – cheeky chap. He had been due on Boxing Day and had been putting his poor mother through more nights of on and off contractions than are considered polite.
As she had another hospital appt this morning and had a home birth planned, you can imagine that she really didn’t want to face the pressure to come in and stay in for induction.
Prayed lots last night and got Shana onside this morning as she was up at some unearthly time her side of the pond working her little historical socks of for a homeschool day. God was listening and the lad arrived at 11:40 today at home, just as he was supposed to. He weighs in at 8lb 7oz and is of course wonderful- as you would expect from my daughter’s godson.
And I saw the doc this afternoon. Have more steroids and antibiotics and a form to go for a chest x-ray. He recommended the pneumonia jab when I’m well enough.
It’s all in a day.