On the 26th of March 2003 myself and a very heavily pregnant Liz left Leigh at home in the White House looking after Aaron and Jordan while we set off to Curracloe for a walk to try to get baby moving.
Firstly, The White House was the name given to the first house we built when we moved out of town and it got its name from Aaron, Jordan and Leigh because it was one of 3 places we lived in while we built where we are now. The house was unpainted hence the White House. We also lived in The Pub and The Hovel!!!!( work it out youself).
So, we set off walking from Curracloe intending to only go a small bit as it was gone 5.30pm and light was fading and I was panicking about delivering a baby on the beach. We lost track of time and walked a long distance but made it back home safe and with no extra passenger!!. Dinner was had and a tipple or 2, for me nerves of course, and then bed.
" What is she doing" I thought when I was awoken at about 2am to hear Liz in the bathroom beside me shuffling up and down." Are ye alright " I asked, "yea grand " was the reply which was codeword for panic stations in lay mans language.This went on for half an hour or so until down on floor Liz went with the head of our unborn child peeping out at me. I had been present at the births of all the kids but in the pressence of the wonderful midwives and doctors of WGH so I had no reason to worry, but now what do I do, this sort of thing only happens in crossword magazines to fill up pages, we didn't even have google to give me some advice, what do I do, aaaggghhh.
Leigh came in crying so that was the slap in the face I needed to ring for an ambulance.Now, trying to explain to an english man at the end of the emergency line where we live is a very difficult thing to do but he dipatched one all the same so the easiest thing to do was to ring Tim, Liz' father, and we got him to park on the road between Ballymurn and our house with his hazard lights on so the amulance would see him. This practice was wrought with its own dangers as Tim probably had a bellyfull of Black Bush, but he did it anyway.
Up the stairs came the stretcher and Liz was strapped in and we sped off to the hospital.On the way in at great speed some of the questions that were asked made me and the other 2 men on board laugh, but Liz was not impressed!!!! The doors of the hospital opened at 4.30am and Lauryn Elizabeth Rossiter was born at 4.45am!! Piece of piss really!
So today as we celebrate her 8th birthday I recalled this story and thought I would share it with some photos.
Cheeky girl!!.
Some gob on her.
Lauryn's Christening with Godparents Declan and Theresa.
First day at Big School.
In San Francisco with her Auntie Annie.
Flower Girl for Leigh and Gary.
7th Birthday.
Her cousin Kaylin celebrated her 7th Birthday on the same day.
Long may the laughter continue!.
All her pals.
Happy Birthday Lauryn, we love you lots.
