First Things First...

Friday the 13th, 2009

Well, lets start at the beginning... Not all the way back... Sure you all know how this came about. I just want to focus on me now...

I thought it would be really fun to scare mum and dad a little, and to pretend I was ready to set foot on land on Friday the 13th... It was mums last day at work so what better date time than the present... I was really concerned about her, where could she rest? She and dad were demolishing the house anyway... No dust free and safe pregnant mum-zones left.

I did wait until mum managed to clear out her desk at the office, take her main important belongings home and say goodbye to all her workmates. When dad picked her up, they decided to pop in to hospital to make sure all was well... peace of mind they needed... And they got it. They were told I could come in about two weeks time... (or not) Ah... sighs of relief... Dad had the genius idea to take mum out for good meal... They both enjoyed it, but I made sure I was part of it... waking up mum every now and then... you know, keep her alert...

Saturday the 14th, 2009
Around 2 in the morning, no, of course I did not really come on the 13th, was just joking... I decided to let them go back to hospital... After all, the hospital is only 15 minutes drive. And dad needed practice, I could tell... But they were told the same, it could take two weeks... Very irregular contractions... So mum and dad went home again...

They were exhausted... So they went to bed... Dad only needed a couple of minutes to hit dreamland... But mum, well, I decided to keep her company... all night long... I did need to prepare her right...? Around 6 o'clock I remember that mum wanted to company and woke dad... he was really caring and nice to her... Since they were two now, I speeded up a bit, made my presence of bit more obvious... I have to say, I do admire mum, find out why a little later... hihi...

Once the clock hit 8, they finally decided to get a move on... But, dads with empty stomachs risk of fainting right? And who needs support in the delivery room, mum or dad? Right, all focus on mum... So I agree with dads reasoning. Saturday morning means fresh croissants... And since the bakery is on the way, dad stopped... and left mum in the car... slowly dying... I did kind of start to feel for her... Well, come on, on the other hand the visit to the shop only took 15 minutes... What do you expect, half Tervuren loves fresh croissants... Mum is a tough cookie, she can take it... What could dad do, jump the cue with the excuse he was in big need of sugar and tell the other customers mum was in labor in the VW Polo parked outside the shop... Who would they take him for? No, not possible you agree... Good thinking dad, you have my full support... He did try to eat them in the car, but mum did not allow him, she felt a bit nauseaus... he's right for trying... Anyway, he stepped on it and soon reached Brussels.
But at only a couple of 100mts from the hospital, a moving truck blocked the road... Dad was caught offguard... Did he check alternative access roads... Not really... But he's a smart guy, he got there anyway, just a minor setback... that's all!! Hang in there mum...

Anyway, to cut a long story short, once in hospital, I really made progress and was ready for it... mum did just about in time manage to get the magical DRUG... What a relief... This gave dad the time to stock up on the sugar... He's right, we do want pictures of this whole event... I want to see them once I am older... Go daddy...