Labour Day

I arrived home from work Wednesday night to find Ingrid sitting there on the couch with a sheepish grin on her face "I think something is definitely happening" she said. As it turned out, Ingrid had been having mild contractions pretty much all day, and didn’t bother phoning me thinking that they were simply practice ones. She wasn't in too much pain Wednesday evening so I did what every good father to be does in that situation – I went off to play indoor cricket (what a wanker I can hear you saying). Anyhow by the time I got back - we both realised this in fact WAS the real deal. By 11pm contractions were getting pretty bad and only 5 minutes apart lasting around 90 seconds each - So I took the last photo of Ingrid before she became a mother, phoned the midwife and headed off to hospital...

Between contractions Wednesday night (the contraction shots were way too scary)