I said last Sunday:
Really I just want this baby to show up.
And didn’t she just. It took her four hours to get from making her intentions clear to emerging into the world with a few minutes to spare before midnight.
Had we named her after the day’s Tour stage winner, as I think I mentioned some friends suggested, she’d be Michael. Had we named her after the day’s Giro Donne stage winner, she’d be Chiara – which would be rather appropriate; that was the name of one of her midwives (all of her midwives were fantastic).
I shan’t be talking about her very much around here, because I feel strongly that it’s an individual’s prerogative to make their own mistakes on the internet in their own time, without their parents doing it for them. But you can take it as read that I’m extremely happy she’s here.
This series is on hiatus until I regain my sense of which end of a week is which. Look after yourselves in the meantime.
Kathleen Jowitt 