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A slightly different angle to my “Sunday Photo” this week…<\/p>\n

Isn’t the roof of Kings Cross beautiful?\u00a0 I have never actually noticed before.\u00a0 \u00a0As is the roof of Waterloo, under which I must have spent thousands of hours over the years, staring up at the boards, waiting for that all platform number to flicker into place before dashing to one end of the platform or the other…<\/p>\n

I think everyone should spend some time abroad, to revisit places that might have been taken for granted at some point, and to appreciate them with “new” eyes…<\/p>\n

I also recommend a black cab journey from Kings Cross to Waterloo, for no other reason than you obviously get to see so much more of this beautiful city above ground than you would under it,\u00a0 but you also get to catch up with what’s going on in the city, what’s changed, and what else you might have missed out on in the years you’ve been away…<\/p>\n

On my return journey, I was taken on a trip down memory lane when we drove through The Strand underpass, out along Holborn with flashes of a lifetime ago popping in to view.\u00a0 \u00a0Then we passed my old work in Red Lion Square and out to Russell Square, and down the back streets to Kings Cross – chatting away to my friendly cabbie for the entirety.\u00a0 \u00a0It was a mini emotional reunion of sorts, but not half as emotional as where I was headed…<\/p>\n

If the journey from Cambridge to Twickenham didn’t seem all that long, then the bus journey from Twickenham station to West Middlesex Hospital felt like an eternity.\u00a0 By the time I began consider getting off to walk it hardly seemed worth it, and anyway I was grateful for the extra time for the caffeine to kick in from my hastily grabbed coffee.\u00a0 It was going to be a long night…<\/p>\n

Labour room 4 was a surprisingly quiet and calm place when I turned up.\u00a0 My youngest sister was resting between contractions and I was able to let my brother in law pop out to get some food whilst I fiddled with play lists and phone chargers, whilst reassuring her that everything happening was completely normal…\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0I had worried slightly about how I would feel being back in this hospital environment after the Toddler’s slightly dramatic arrival, but thankfully it didn’t feel too weird, and I loved being there to help (i.e. boss her around) in the few hours before the big event…<\/p>\n

Including my own three, this was the sixth birth I have attended (having flown back from Munich and Copenhagen to be with my middle sister for the births of two of my nephews), and as Mother Nature likes to dictate, each and every birth is different.\u00a0 \u00a0In my limited experience, there is one indicator that things are about to really happen though, and that’s a sudden burst of fury from the expectant mother about something or other, and in this case, my sister decided upon a sudden total hatred of the blood pressure band squeezing its presence around her arm…\u00a0 \u00a0Thanks to that, I had a bit of an inkling that things were about to get going, and sure enough minutes later, my tiny beautiful niece took her first breath in this world, and announced to anyone listening that she was very much here by bawling into the darkened room as the London buses trundled past outside…<\/p>\n

Always a beautiful tender moment (buses aside!), even if I did feel bad for thinking to myself more than once “rather you than me love, rather you than me” whilst mopping my sister’s brow and force feeding her Lucozade…<\/p>\n

An hour or so later, and after a quick introduction to Grandad (who lives up the road and popped to pick me up!), we left the little family in peace and made it back in time for last orders – we had a tiny head to wet after all!<\/p>\n

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Keeping an eye on me as I got one of the first cuddles! :D<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Whilst distance didn’t stop me from attending the arrival of two of my nephews in the past, this time I am looking forward to actually being here whilst this new arrival makes a start on growing up.\u00a0 Welcome to the world little one. xx<\/p>\n

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