May I introduce Arthur Robert Clark aka The Dude
After drinking a glass of wine or three / four on my regular Wednesday night sports night (Watching Liverpool lose to Arsenal 2-0 on the last day of the season back in 88/89, not my choice) I was about to go to bed when April tells me that she thinks her waters have broken. Eek. This was 2.5 weeks earlier than we were expecting.
April called the midwife who said she'd better come in but there was probably nothing to worry about. I was going to stay at at home to look after Flo and luckily our friend Laura said she would take April into the maternity ward.
Three hours later I get rudely woken up in my bedroom by my mate Jono, he and his wife Laura had been called by April as apparently I wasn't answering my phone. 20 missed calls. Whoops! I specifically turned my 'do not disturb' off but it can't have worked as I didn't hear it.
I quickly got dressed and headed to the hospital. 2 hours later, little Arthur arrived. After staying over for one night they let us go the next day.
So far he's been brilliant, surprisingly chilled and we've even managed a little sleep. We're back home now and have actually managed to get Flo down for a nap whilst April and Arthur sleep upstairs, hence me having 5 minutes spare to write this.
Flo's been good and she's looking forward to play with her little brother.