Friday, 19 July 2013
Good Luck Team Wales!
This week I've been thinking more than usual about the Duchess of Cambridge. She's generally there as a sort of low level background presence in my musings, you know, in a "Sheesh, I wish I had a stylist like Kate's to help me tackle this heat frizz..." sort of way. But this week, as the world awaits news of the royal baby, I feel for her in a way that's probably faintly ridiculous considering we've never met.
It just brings back so many memories of being pregnant, and then the Herculean effort that is labour. To have to do it with such intense media scrutiny must be incredibly difficult. I say that, of course the media only really gets to see the public moments - I suspect it's unlikely Team Wales will pop up on "One Born Every Minute" - but still, it must be daunting.
When I arrived at hospital to have my first baby, it was a cold November Sunday, but I was toastie warm with the first flushes of pain, and remember waddling out of the taxi in flip flops, clutching my pillow and assorted "essentials" that all first timers probably take in with them. I cheerily ambled up to the desk and announced "Hello, I'm here to have my baby!" They took one look at me and popped me into a room that might as well have been marked "In nowhere near enough pain". Some hours later, when I'd quit the cheery banter and was at full moo, we all knew baby was finally coming. Mind you, the good cheer returned immediately after I'd met the little man, as to Mr W's amazement and probable shame, I treated everyone to a round of the national anthem, honked through the gas & air pipe. Except I realised at the end that something was amiss, roundly apologised ("I'm SO sorry everyone, that was the American one, wasn't it? Here we go...") and then proceeded to honk God Save the Queen. It's probably just as well that I couldn't see the stitches that were being done at the time - I can't imagine the nurse's hand was awfully steady as she shook with laughter.
Given Baby Wales's family, the above musical interlude might be something Kate would like to think about - #justsaying and all that.
Posted by Me at 03:28