The perplexed Aunty.....so it begins. Can someone tell me where I've gone?

Without any warning my bedroom door was being banged in and all of a sudden mum screamed "SIAN I'M GOING TO NOTTINGHAM!!" as she flew through it. What a wake up call at 4am on a Saturday.

I knew exactly why, but I had to grumble "Why?" for her to pant back, as if she was mimicking what Terri-ann should be doing. "Terri-ann Sian!!" .... silence... "She's in labour".

And with that, mum was running down the stairs, the whole of the neighbourhood was probably more than likely awake thinking there was a mad woman on the free, and seeing as I was awake, I rolled over to text my sister a sarcastic 'Good luck getting it out' text, whilst throwing in there I TOLD her not to go into labour that weekend.

* 48 hours before *

Mum was in a mild panic ready to drive to Nottingham because my sister had decided, in her wisdom, despite being nearing her due date she would turn her phone off so it charged quicker. I swear to God, I hope her child has more brains..

Me: "Terri-ann where the hell are you?! Mum's going out her mind. Why are your texts not delivering?"

Her: "Oh, I'd just turned it to plane mode so it charges quicker!"

... The few sentences between here probably shouldn't be repeated on a blog or someone might come after me for sister abuse....

Me: "Whatever you do, do NOT go into labour this coming weekend. I'm competing both days and I can't miss them Terri-ann, okay?"

Her: "No, don't worry, I'm not due for another 10 or so days, it won't happen yet. Oh Sian, I'm so scared, I don't want to have to have forceps, suction, any of that!

Quite frankly, we both just completely jinxed the whole thing, because by the looks of it she was about to have this baby on my busy competing weekend, and Terri-ann had no idea what was coming up for her..

**

So, off I went competing, telling everyone I ran into that my sister had gone into labour and I needed to get on, ride my test and go. I don't think me shouting to the judge something along the lines of we needed to hurry, my sister was in labour went down very well. Although he did shout good luck as I trotted out the arena!

What I couldn't figure (at the time) was why everyone kept on telling me to chill, if it was her first baby we would be here hours.

Who were they to rain on my parade? My sister was having a baby!!

Getting home I half expected a text to say she was almost there. Nope. Far from it. The most my sister had managed to do in the several hours since mums wake up call was puke her dinner up. I saved the "our antenatal classes told you not to eat a big meal"... for later.

Hours passed, and I was beginning to get impatient. I went to the pub, sent terri-ann a picture of the yummy huge gammon steak I was having and then went to bed, with my phone on loud and woke up to.... nothing.

I decided to cancel competing for the day, go and get the ponies ridden and then head over to Nottingham so I was at least near to the action. My step dad thought I was bonkers wanting to go so early, but finally my endless "I'm telling you, it's going to be soon" wore him down and he agreed we should go.

During the morning we were updated by mum that Terri-ann had endured a rough night. She'd thrown up several times, was fully dilated but with no urge to push and tired. The head was too engaged to do a C-section now and they needed to get the baby out...yup, you guessed it...with forceps and suction.

By this point me and my step dad were on our way to the hospital from Lincolnshire. With every village I drove through I saw him look at the speed limit, look down at my digital speed display and then had to listen to some comment about not driving correctly.

About 45 minutes into our journey at Cranwell I sucked it up, flicked my digital display off and turned my music up. Apparently he noticed. Oh well.. Aunties-to-be don't need that sort of pressure.

We hit Newark and mum started texting my step dad more; they were making her push, she was pushing, the head was out..

...then...

silence

In the midst of the stress of all this, I want to ask, WHY ON EARTH do people go silent when you most need them to talk? My boyfriend goes silent when he's in a mood, people never text back when you need them to. WHY? Why do people do this?

So I carried on driving, bopping along to Kisstory whilst clocking my step dad looking at the speed, who had now decided to stop picking on that, but sit and tell me how I'm too relaxed driving, I'm not in the right lane, why am I so far up someones arse, did I see that car brake....? Honestly, never mind Terri-anns stress levels being 100, try driving with someone like this.... mine were at breaking point.

*Beep Beep*

"Annie's here" is all the text read from mum, and instantly I turned my music down and we both just sat there.

A girl! Annie!

She was named after my grandma that had died several years before, and Terri-ann always said if 'the baby' was a girl she'd call her Annie after our Grandma.

I WAS AN AUNTY!!!!!

And I shall forever be thankful for Annie arriving when we were in Newark, because it meant I got the next hour of our journey in peace as my step dad was too busy texting mum, and too happy to possibly comment on my driving. One question Annie: Why couldn't you have arrived when I was in Cranwell eh?!?!

Meeting her was definitely one of the best days of my life. Without turning soppy, she was just so perfect and small, wrapped in her blanket - all 7lbs of her, fast asleep, not realising the stress she'd caused.

Terri-ann's first words were: "Don't do it Sian, book a C Section when you have one!" Dually noted..

**

And the 6 or so weeks that have passed since then have been spent passing the days by watching her sleep, finding it hilarious that she's farted, playing with her chubby cheeks to try and get her to smile, and smelling of baby sick.

Gone are the days where I'd walk into a shop and purposely avoid the baby clothes isle because there's usually several screaming toddlers down there. Now I can't even enter a shop without checking out what cute baby clothes they have and screeching "Look Aran, Annie would look so cute in this!!"

Apparently when you were due to be at a birthday party half an hour ago, then is not the time to start looking at cute baby grows with ponies on in Morrison's. Pfft..spoil sport.

My stone heart has slightly turned to mush and I would honestly do anything for her. Are Aunty's allowed to go and accidentally trip kids over in the playground that are being nasty to your niece? Because I'm totally prepared to do this for her...

I never thought I'd be dragging the cute 'Babies first Christmas' baby grow out the bag to show my friends at our uni reunion, before the bottle of prosecco I'd got for pre drinks. Please someone tell me where normal Sian is and what you've done with her?

I also certainly never imagined I'd be voluntary feeding an actual human being and then throwing her over my shoulder telling her to burp. Because we all know what happens when babies burp.

I never imaged I'd stare at her for ages whilst she was sleeping, just to check she was still breathing..

And I definitely never imaged I'd have several hundred sleeping baby photos on my mobile. You know, just incase she moved to a slightly different position?

But what I 100% never imagined was how much I'd love her so quickly. It's like she's been here forever, not just a few weeks.

Welcome to the world Annie May - born on 8th October 2017 - We all love you an insane amount already, our little Rainbow baby! We waited so long for you, and now you're here it feels like you always have been.

Stay tuned for the next instalment!

p.s: Terri-ann, you owe me that Nando's now.
pps: I told you she'd be a girl.
ppps: I told you not to eat a full dinner whilst you were in labour.
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