4 things you learn waiting to be induced

1. Have plenty of distractions

In all likelihood when you call the hospital to find out what time you should come in - all the beds will be full, so expect some delays. In which case keep your lady in waiting happy with plenty of distractions. 

We opted for (in no particular order):

  • A box set - Will and Grace in our case
  • Some conversation cards - try 100 Questions from School of Life
  • Go for a walk - it may even help kick off labour

2. Filling time like 24 hour news sucks

On this particular morning BBC News are covering the state opening of Parliment. Which means Hugh Edwards is filling time like a boss. Waiting on a baby isn't all that different! 

3. You will eat the babies body weight

Now is the time to carbo-load. Dads to be and Mums too! Your lady is about to embark upon a marathon not a sprint. That means it's time to carb up like there is no tomorrow and get ready for the race.

She is likely not going to feel like it but now is the time to be eating. Little and often. Try to encourage her to eat some small helpings of nuts, pasta, rice dishes or some potato dishes as well as smoothies and fresh fruit so she has all the nutrients she needs for baby's first few hours out in the open.

4. Keep chilled

If you stay calm - she will too. Even if you are shaking up inside it's your calming voice, encouragement and attention that is going to get her and baby through labour happy.

Literally sick of waiting.

We are now officially 6 days past due date, and in all honesty it all feels a little anti-climactic. 


This is in part because I have been moping around for the past 48 hours with a knot in my stomach which I believe to be something stress induced.

H has just returned from a reflexologist - who had a studio in her garden, so must be doing something right - and now smells like someone just dumped the entire window display of the Kingston branch of Lush in the living room.

Waiting will literally make you sick and drive you crazy - or so it would appear.

Being in a constant state of waiting is never a great thing, but what makes waiting for the birth of a child all the more tricky is you are on the constant brink of it happening! 

I've been trying to think about what it's like to wait for something as monumental as the birth one's first born. 

I've got nothing. Literally.

Royal Births and Pending Adventures

Two weeks from now (maybe three, hopefully not four), I very much doubt that there will be a un-appointed town cryer, hoards of cameras on the steps of the hospital or a sleep deprived correspondent filling a 24 hour news cycle - as H and I head home with our first baby girl.

Royal Births are a strange thing. Judging by the Twitter-storm kicked up this morning it's hard to tell whether the Americans or Brits are more enthused (although I have my suspicions). 

Camping out in the rain, decked top to toe in Union Flags (it's only a Jack when hung from top of a Jack Mast apparently) - hoping for just a glance at the Royal Bundle whilst simultaneous glued to a iPhone on a selfie-stick trying to get a photo.

Of course in the digital age we all now live in, you don't have to be Royalty to have a touch of preg-no-fame - we have become accustomed to curating baby announcements, gender reveals and even live tweeting from the birthing suite have opened up what once was a incredibly private affair, ever more public.

We all have friends on Facebook that you have forgotten what they look like because you appear to have been re-friended not by them, but by their offspring.

We all have friends on Facebook that you have forgotten what they look like because you appear to have been re-friended not by them, but by their offspring. 

Every step, word, meal time, breast feed and fart documented for friends and family.

Since we had our own 10 minutes of baby-fame last summer when, thanks to a tweet from @StarbucksUK I found myself amid a flurry of congratulations from complete strangers, I have been rethinking what it will mean to raise Mini P in a world where so much of her upbringing could be published to the public before she ever has a say in it.

Maybe I am trying to pushing uphill, trying to hold back the tidalwave of data she is being born into - or maybe it's just one of the new dad worries of the modern age - time will tell on how much self discipline we exert over that dopamine-enducing impulse to overshare.

Either way, I'm sure @NicholasWitchell is relived he only has to camp out for Wills and Kate.