My first born son

Today folks, you might think that this is not a travel story, but it is set in Hong Kong and it is something which happened to me on my travels, so indulge me; I'm feeling in a strange mood. My two boys are both far, far away; one in Australia and the other in Vietnam and I miss them. More tales of their travels to come, later.........................

So, where was I? Oh, yes! Fat, sick and bloated in Hong Kong! Pretty sight. I'll spare you the full details of the nine months of hell. From the day my Doctor told me that I was expecting until the day that Nicholas arrived, I was sick, sick, sick!!

One morning however, I woke up and thought, 'this is it' I nudged Rob, he woke from his snoring slumbers off we set to Mathilda Hospital, fortunately less than five minutes drive from our apartment.

Just like the pregnancy though, the labour did not run smoothly and after many hours of lying in agony I was told I'd need a caesarian. 'No way' I shouted............ so to cut the long and painful details short, after a long time, my first born, arrived. 'He's too pretty to be a boy' were the first words the doctor and nurses said. Sure enough, he was. The most beautiful baby ever born, and he was all mine (well, I let Rob take a little credit!).

I wanted to run all over the hospital telling everyone that I had a son, a beautiful, wonderful miracle. Unfortunately, due to the epidural it was a further two days before I could get up and walk about.

My baby and I sat on the balcony of our hotel (sorry, hospital) room and watched the boats bobbing in the harbour. I sang the usual songs that mothers sing 'my boy Bill' (changed to Nicholas), 'I'm a pink toothbrush, you're a blue toothbrush' 'indky, winky spider' you get the picture!

What days! What sleepless nights were to come............no, actually they weren't. Nicholas a pretty good baby, I'm a heavy sleeper! Need I say more??