Kate called me at work just after 5pm Monday. She seems to have sprung a leak whilst Stepfording away over a spagbol. Brill. Here we go. Sped home on me bicyclette. Cabbed back into town to UCLH off Tottenham Court Road and after a few checks were sent home and told to come back Tuesday at 5pm if contractions still hadn’t started. Called them Tues morning to book in and were told to leave it until Weds 0830hrs as they were too busy. So, we’re now Weds morning sat in the hospital, still no contractions, waiting for a doc to prescribe the necessary induction drugs. Kate’s reading the Metro, cool if bored of the wait, as the glorious sound of Frankie’s heart (132bpm) beats along, amplified through the monitor beside her.
Think we’re going to be here for some time. COME ON FRANKIE!