Weeks prior to the birth of Lali I had dreams about her, that she would be different to the others, not that each of my children are not very individual, but that she would have a challenge that the others did not face. The dreams were never negative and after rambling thoughts came to the conclusion that perhaps she would be born deaf, which in a family with five other siblings, I thought would not be such a bad outcome. On a lovely Saturday in October Lali decided that perhaps this was as good a day as any to arrive, unfortunately it coincided with Lali’s oldest sisters ponies birthday and all the kids, including the neighbours where busy down in the paddock organising a pony birthday.
The labour was unlike any of my others, my waters broke the night before (a first for me) and things were slow and intermittent, if I stood straight all pains stopped and if I stooped over it was all go. By lunch time after many visits from the younger siblings running inside to see if the baby had arrived I decided that it was time to move along and get on with it. I left my husband in the kitchen doing the dishes and headed for the shower, time to get serious…. I delivered Lali a short time later, with my husband standing in the bathroom doorway ready to assist if I needed any help, but me being the ‘I can do it myself’ kind of person, waved him out of the way and shuffled down the hall to the bedroom and told him he can call the midwife.
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