Little Things 13. Little Things I awoke in the early hours of the following morning—the contractions were well under way and I congratulated myself on having missed the first couple of hours of labour in sleep. I woke Michael, who was surprisingly sceptical, asking, ‘Are you sure this isn’t a false alarm?’, although the baby was already nine days late. We sat down to a cup of tea, and left almost immediately after for the maternity home. Robert slept the sound sleep of the innocent and could be safely left for three quarters of an hour. Outside the rain teemed down and the whole scene could well have been portrayed in a second rate film, anxious husband turning to pregnant wife—‘Are the pains bad?’ Instead, my husband said to me, ‘Press your feet down on the board and stop the rain blowing up through the hole in the car!’ ‘I’m supposed to be relaxing and breathing with the contractions,’ I admonished. Sheets of rain blew across the road. ‘Shall I stop the car?’ asked Michael.
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