I woke up in the night, really tired, hearing Janne rummaging around. Two weeks before the due date.
If she doesn't go to bed soon, she's probably in labour, I thought. A few seconds later she woke me up with the news that the water had broken.
So I called for help, and we went to the hospital. A few hours later, our fifth child, a daughter, was born.
She bled too much at the previous birth, so this time they drugged her immediately, and it did seem to work, so we could go home a few hours later by the bus.
Both are fine. It's been five years since our previous child, so I've almost forgotten how cute they are as small babies. And how quickly they go from looking around to a sour face and a cry. The rest of the children have received her well. Good times.