May 2008 -Prize Donated by Tempestuous Poppet

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Does anyone remember Fawlty Towers? Well the story that follows is of what happened when I went into labour:

It was just another cold November night. Hubby and I were curled up on the sofa watching CSI when I felt a strange popping sensation. I said to hubby "I’ll be back in a minute". I went to the loo and quickly established that my waters had started to leak. I went back and informed hubby who jumped up off the sofa and went into Dad's army mode "Don't panic, don't panic" etc etc. At this point I had no pain so I phoned the hospital for advice and they suggested walking around and phoning them again at 7:30am the next morning.

As nothing much was happening I suggested to hubby that we go to the local Asda to get a couple of magazines and to have a walk around to get things moving. We arrived at Asda, got the stuff we needed and whilst there I popped to the loo and realised that my waters had now broken properly. We quickly paid for our shopping and went back to the car. Hubby turned the key and nothing happened. The car had broken down for the first time in its 7 year history! I still had no pain at this point so we calmly called the AA and were told it would be about 2 hours before they could get to us. We then told the call operator my situation and she began to panic! She said that she would try and get someone to come out urgently. Just in case I phoned my childless friend Sharon and advised her of where I was and asked her if she would be able to pick me up should it become necessary. Approximately 20 minutes after this phone call I started to feel a little uncomfortable and began to fidget in my seat. A few minutes after this I decided that a bit uncomfortable was beginning to be quite painful and I timed the pain to approx every 15 minutes. There was still no sign of the AA so I phoned Sharon back and asked her to come and rescue me. She took me home and I paced the kitchen whilst she made me a cup of tea which I didn’t want but she needed to feel useful. Hubby arrived back home approximately 30 minutes later to a very relieved Sharon stating that the car was fixed. The pain at this point was pretty bad and I got hubby to phone the hospital again as I wasn’t coping and the contractions were about 6 mins apart. They told me that I could go in if I wanted to - and I did want! Sharon offered to come with us but I said she could go home as she really wasn’t good at this type of thing! This is where the Fawlty Towers episode really began.

Hubby got my bag and put it in the boot of the car and I got in the front passenger seat. Hubby turned the key and again nothing happened!! Apparently the car wasn’t fixed... So we got out of the car, went back into the house got my car keys and I struggled up our very steep drive to my car which was parked at the top on the road. Once again hubby put my bag into the boot of the car and I got in the passenger side. “Where are the keys” said hubby. “You had them” said I. “No, I didn’t” insisted hubby. “You must have had them” I said “as you unlocked the boot.” It then transpired that hubby had locked the keys in the boot so we were going nowhere! (You can’t make this stuff up!!) I truly believed that hubby was going to start hitting the bonnet with a tree branch a la Basil Fawlty. Then in superhuman panic mode strength he leapt into the back of my tiny fiat Seicento and pulled the parcel shelf off and got the keys. Hurray – we were finally on our way. Unfortunately for me though, the ride was very bumpy as hubby was unused to driving my car and he threw it around corners to much cursing from me! Finally we arrived at the hospital. We parked the car and walked around to the usual entrance. We stood in front of the automatic door and it wouldn’t open, probably because it was locked. By this time I was getting a little impatient and cross. Hubby phoned the maternity department again and they told us to go to the other entrance which was quite close but up a very steep hill. Hubby tried to coax me back into the car and I stubbornly refused as I really couldn’t face folding myself back into the front of my tiny car. I finally realised that I wouldn’t be able to make it up the hill so reluctantly got back into the car and hubby drove us around to the other entrance.

Harriet was born just a few hours later completely unaware of the trauma her mummy had been through to get to the hospital.

Allie

TG you made it to the hospital Allie!

An Ode to the Cloth Nappy

‘You use cloth nappies - are you wise in the head’
Just one of the things many people have said,
When I mention in passing we use lovely fluff
Instead of plastic, and paper and stuff.

‘Why go to the bother, put on a sposie instead’
That’s a surefired way to make me see red
‘You just take them off and throw in the bin’
I don’t even argue, I know I wont win.

I just ask politely if they wear paper knickers
They raise an eyebrow and their eyes start to flicker
‘Of course not’ they say ‘why would I do that’
And this is when we have our cloth nappy chat.

I explain to the novice that the modern cloth nappy,
Isnt terries and pins, all big and baggy
I don’t spend my time washing, scrubbing and drying
Pinning or folding, wrapping and tying.

New cloth nappies are every bit as handy
As a plasticy papery gel filled nappy
They are soft and gentle on my daughters bum
More than can be said for the disposable ones

They are natural, and breathable, and of course they work
Otherwise why would I use them, I say with a shirk
No leaky nappies, no wet little bums
No plastic knickers by this modern mum!

And think of the nappies thrown in the bin
Ah, no reply to that point I say with a grin
Millions of nappies thrown away every day
Sat in a landfill, they might never decay

We love our cloth nappies, and wont ever look back
To the days we used sposies and went with the pack
Kinder and nicer, and so much more fun
Is a nice cloth nappy on my daughters bum.


Sadie xx

An Ode to the Cloth Nappy

‘You use cloth nappies - are you wise in the head’
Just one of the things many people have said,
When I mention in passing we use lovely fluff
Instead of plastic, and paper and stuff.

‘Why go to the bother, put on a sposie instead’
That’s a surefired way to make me see red
‘You just take them off and throw in the bin’
I don’t even argue, I know I wont win.

I just ask politely if they wear paper knickers
They raise an eyebrow and their eyes start to flicker
‘Of course not’ they say ‘why would I do that’
And this is when we have our cloth nappy chat.

I explain to the novice that the modern cloth nappy,
Isnt terries and pins, all big and baggy
I don’t spend my time washing, scrubbing and drying
Pinning or folding, wrapping and tying.

New cloth nappies are every bit as handy
As a plasticy papery gel filled nappy
They are soft and gentle on my daughters bum
More than can be said for the disposable ones

They are natural, and breathable, and of course they work
Otherwise why would I use them, I say with a shirk
No leaky nappies, no wet little bums
No plastic knickers by this modern mum!

And think of the nappies thrown in the bin
Ah, no reply to that point I say with a grin
Millions of nappies thrown away every day
Sat in a landfill, they might never decay

We love our cloth nappies, and wont ever look back
To the days we used sposies and went with the pack
Kinder and nicer, and so much more fun
Is a nice cloth nappy on my daughters bum.


Sadie xx

Thats genius!

An Ode to the Cloth Nappy

‘You use cloth nappies - are you wise in the head’
Just one of the things many people have said,
When I mention in passing we use lovely fluff
Instead of plastic, and paper and stuff.

‘Why go to the bother, put on a sposie instead’
That’s a surefired way to make me see red
‘You just take them off and throw in the bin’
I don’t even argue, I know I wont win.

I just ask politely if they wear paper knickers
They raise an eyebrow and their eyes start to flicker
‘Of course not’ they say ‘why would I do that’
And this is when we have our cloth nappy chat.

I explain to the novice that the modern cloth nappy,
Isnt terries and pins, all big and baggy
I don’t spend my time washing, scrubbing and drying
Pinning or folding, wrapping and tying.

New cloth nappies are every bit as handy
As a plasticy papery gel filled nappy
They are soft and gentle on my daughters bum
More than can be said for the disposable ones

They are natural, and breathable, and of course they work
Otherwise why would I use them, I say with a shirk
No leaky nappies, no wet little bums
No plastic knickers by this modern mum!

And think of the nappies thrown in the bin
Ah, no reply to that point I say with a grin
Millions of nappies thrown away every day
Sat in a landfill, they might never decay

We love our cloth nappies, and wont ever look back
To the days we used sposies and went with the pack
Kinder and nicer, and so much more fun
Is a nice cloth nappy on my daughters bum.


Sadie xx

Thats genius!

Absolute Genius!!!! I think i will print that out and frame it!!!

Glad you both like it

Sadie xx

Sadie, that is absolutely fantastic, well done. You really have a flair for writing hun, well done.