The Beginning

I remember the day so vividly, Baba wasn’t 100% and had gone to bed with Mr L in our bed. I had been pottering about all evening and it was such a late night that I decided rather than move Baba I would just sleep in his bed.

It was 1am and I thought I would just see, just incase the test came back positive.

I remember looking at it in my hands the cold November night and thinking “oh my god”

It wasn’t a shock, but it was if that makes sense. We had been trying for a while, but to final see that line on the test was a shock. I walked out of that bathroom and shouted, in a whisper to Mr L so as not to wake Baba. He didn’t respond at first and I had to say his name louder and louder until at last he moved. I gestured him to come over to  me, which he wasn’t 100% happy about I could tell that but he did any way. I showed him the test not 100% sure what he would think he looked at it, and his response (considering that he was fast asleep) was  good.

“We’re having another baby, whoop”

We had a hug, and both went to bed in separate beds, with smiles on our faces. Our family as far as we were both concerned was complete. We had the second child on the way that we always wanted and we both went to sleep smiling that night.

If only we knew how different our lives would be with this baby.