So here we are again... it’s January, for most people that’s
a time of getting over Christmas, fighting to keep resolutions, strained
waistbands, frazzled forelocks and probably just that feeling of being a bit
down in the dumps after the festive season.
But in the ‘Fingers’ house it’s very much a case of no rest for the wicked,
instead it’s straight from one celebration into another and then yet another,
without even time to dust the mantelpiece or a chance to straighten the debris
from the floor (well leave it to me, what do you expect?) or even for me to get
paid again.
Anyway, as you know, today is January 4th 2012 and 8 years ago on this very evening, a truly remarkable thing happened for me, (no not that before you start, that’s annually in April! But we’ll come onto that later ;-). ..) Yes, on that night, I welcomed into this world my second daughter to join her sister, two years her junior. Now, there’s nothing remarkable in how it happened, no great tales of good fortune or emergency delivery just that it did. For me and the sixth finger it was a straight forward birth (I suspect more so for me), contractions in the afternoon, despatch to hospital delayed until after I’d managed to get through my Sunday roast dinner, well it might have been a long night? (oh and I hadn’t packed the picnic that the midwife had suggested, so always better safe than sorry) However, it was a short labour, one spent mainly on a bouncy ball, not so sure how that helped, but I enjoyed it all the same and then out she popped, good as gold and as beautiful a sight as I’d ever seen ! That was it for me, my family complete, I had two gorgeous girls for me to adore and look after! People have often asked me if I’d have wanted boys, given that I play football, ride motorbikes and can be pretty laddish, but never once to this day have I ever wished I had. In fact, I wouldn’t change them one iota!
