'Come, you can come up now' she beckoned. We had gathered at Stepping Hill Hospital's Maternity Unit and were waiting outside Debbie's office. She looked excited, and we knew what that meant, so we became excited too. We hurried up stairs to the delivery suite.
Behind the door a baby cried. The bright 'I've arrived' cry of a new born. We looked at each other and beamed with joy.
'It's us, can we came in?' Debbie knocked on the door and peered round the corner. Then opened the door to let us in.
Emily waddled gingerly out of the shower. Sean was holding his new son,and my new grandson!
He had arrived safely, but not without a long overnight effort. The new parents looked surprisingly bright considering their ordeal. For now, they are on adrenalin overdrive, and cloud nine. 'Next time I'm having an f***ing epidural', but she wont, she'll soon forget.
Lucas, as his name seems to be emerging, is seven pounds and four ounces, has a slightly squashed head and big blue eyes, and gorgeous.
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