Hello, this is little Toby Holdsworth and this is the story of my arrival in the world.
On Friday (26th Feb) morning, I was happily tucked up asleep when there was a little bit of a lurch. Luckily it didn’t disturb me and I managed to get back to sleep really quickly.
A little bit later on, Mummy started to get some crunches in her tummy which seemed to go for ever …! Even from where I was I could tell that she was making some blueberry muffins to take her mind off the stomach crunches. Luckily it worked as the muffins smelt great ! That evening she took some drugs and the crunches went away for a couple of hours.
Saturday was a whole different matter. After some crunches (which got more regular and disturbed my sleep), I heard something that sounded like a crowd cheering at a rugby match. That only lasted a minute before Mummy and Daddy headed off in the car to the hospital – typical as Jonny was just about to kick off at Twickenham (he’s my idol). I don’t know why but they went over a very lumpy and bumpy road road and I could of sworn that they meant to go via the un-speedbumped road to the hospital. It’s just possible that Daddy was a little bit flustered as I think I heard something about a “trial run”, although I think we may get into trouble for running over some sleeping policemen.
Mummy was kept in at the hospital (we didn’t go home that night) as they thought I was the wrong way round. Luckily for me there was a bit more space as the large puddle of water behind me seemed to have started to drain, which was great as I could finally stretch my legs out a bit and prove that I was the right way up. Mummy took some more of the drugs and the small crunches that had been going on (AGAIN !!!!!) stopped and I managed to get a good night’s sleep.
Sunday – they gave Mummy something to help me move into the “outside world”, but it didn’t seem to do very much, so I stayed put as this “outside world” place seems miles away and nowhere near as comfortable as where I was.
Monday. What a headache !!!!!! Just after 6am my room started to shake really violently and seemed to get a lot smaller. I really didn’t like that at all and staged a sit in strike. It must have worked because at about 11, everything subsided and I got my room space back. I think Mummy had some kind of machine connected to her back as I kept getting little electric shocks every 5 mins. Luckily they didn’t hurt, so phew.
After lunch things got much worse. Firstly someone broke my paddling pool with a great big knitting needle / hook thingy and the room started to shake again really violently. Mummy didn’t like the fact that they’d broken my pool at all and I think Daddy got really quite angry. Also the shakes got more violent and I really felt unwell. In fact it got so bad that I started to get really, really sleepy but not in my usual go-to-bed-and-snooze way. I think that somebody noticed I wasn’t very happy and the shakes started to ease off. Thank goodness. Another thing that I’d noticed was that Mummy was getting quite giggly over the smallest things. I’m not sure what she was laughing at, but it seemed to take her mind off the room shakes that were getting worse.
Just after my teatime at 6pm, Mummy seemed to lie flat and wasn’t able to move her legs. What happened next is a bit of a blur. Someone had taken lifted my roof off, it got very light and scary and I was grabbed me and pulled me up through what was my roof. The cheek of it. The speed of this all happening took my breath away for a couple of minutes, although some people in blue clothes put me into a warm place that helped me get my breath back – which was a good thing as I’d got quite dizzy.
According to the funky wrist band I got (although the silly person in blue put it round my foot) I was born at 18:08 on 1st March 2010. 5 mins after that I got to see Mummy and Daddy for the first time. I think I have a bit of each of them , although I’m not sure who’s nose I’ve got ! I’ve got Daddy’s blue eyes at the moment and I think a combination of Mummy and Daddy’s hair.
