Yesterday was our daughter Callie's Birthday.
We had a girls lunch, and there were lots of babies in attendance too.
I was ordering my lunch at the counter, I had noticed two business men (in their suits) sitting in the middle of the restaurant.
So picture a busy restaurant. Two men sitting and eating lunch. In the door comes my daughter Rachael, heavily pregnant and I was standing behind the two men about to walk to my table.
One nudged the other, snickered and made very derogatory comments in a voice loud enough for all around to hear.
My first instinct was to give him a clip around the ears… BUT I tapped him on the shoulder, said, "That's my daughter and she is having her baby tomorrow" and I gave him THAT look.
The guys almost choked on their salmon patties. They averted their eyes from our table of matriarchs and made a hasty exit.
The moral of the story…. don't mess with this Mother.
Tilly and I read stories till late last night, we were anxious about today.
My daughter Rachael is 40 but I still worry and it was terribly hard to be upbeat and concentrate this morning when I knew she was having a caesarian.
Tilly concentrated on learning how to craft fabric cup cakes on the computer. I worked on my fabric designs and we talked about interesting things.
I thought I'd give her Mum a bit of a break, so I had the car washed first.
Finally we got to the hospital to meet little Oliver and their lives will be changed forever.