A very very busy week (three 24 hour shifts in 7 days) with lots of births was followed by a nasty bug. I was on call last weekend, driving back from my friend Debs' 40th birthday party and got a phone call from one of my girls saying her waters had broken. I said lovely, call me when you're in labour. I was feeling just a little bit sick at this point (2.20am) but put it down to too many sausage rolls. Got home and went to bed, at which point I started shaking uncontrollably and feeling REALLY sick. At 4.45am the girl called back to say she was contracting every couple of minutes and I realised that I couldn't go. Called my lovely lovely colleague Suzie (who was supposed to be going off call the following morning) and started crying so she took pity on me and went out to see the girl for me. Good thing too as shortly after I ran to the loo and didn't really leave its cool and comforting side till Sunday afternoon... I haven't been ill for nearly 3 years (very healthy me) and I'd forgotten just how unpleasant it can be. Incidentally, the girl went on to have a lovely waterbirth with Suzie at 9.30am and has forgiven me for not being there!
Tudor seemed to enjoy the party...
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