It’s hard, isn’t it, basslady? Fortunately my DD’s deliveries were fairly speedy and straightforward, but it was an anxious time nonetheless.
Could you bear to tell your daughter and her partner that unless they need your help, you’d rather only hear from them once it’s all over? I must admit I couldn’t have done that myself, but if as you say you’re going to be driving yourself mad with worry, it might be an option?
Does anyone have a middle name?
What "back then" inconvenience would annoy today's youngsters?


