Just got back from the hospital - Terminator 2 hath arisen.

Talk about the best laid plans and all. I get home from work and the missus is having contractions 40 mins apart. 'Should we go?' I say. She replies 'let's wait until they are 10 mins apart.' (Our previous kid took 12 hours to arrive after this point)
Five minutes later - when she's lying in agony on the bathroom floor - they're 4 mins apart. 2 minutes later the baby's head starts showing. I ring for an ambulance and a paramedic arrives just when I've got Matthew a quarter of the way into my hands, I'm ankle deep in snot and yuck, and I'm thinking 'Aaaargh ... what the fuck am I supposed to do?'. Complete panic. Total brain meltdown.
Thankfully he knew what he was doing and everything turned out well.

Talk about the best laid plans and all. I get home from work and the missus is having contractions 40 mins apart. 'Should we go?' I say. She replies 'let's wait until they are 10 mins apart.' (Our previous kid took 12 hours to arrive after this point)
Five minutes later - when she's lying in agony on the bathroom floor - they're 4 mins apart. 2 minutes later the baby's head starts showing. I ring for an ambulance and a paramedic arrives just when I've got Matthew a quarter of the way into my hands, I'm ankle deep in snot and yuck, and I'm thinking 'Aaaargh ... what the fuck am I supposed to do?'. Complete panic. Total brain meltdown.
Thankfully he knew what he was doing and everything turned out well.








