Not according to plan

I headed back down to Crosshouse again today to see my sister, but it all turned out very differently to a standard hospital visit. She has been bouncing around the hospital and the hostel type rooms there for the last week, but tonight it became clear that the bump wasn't going to stay a bump much longer. Due to the lack of late night ferries, her husband was stuck on Arran, with regular phone calls from me to keep him up to date with how events were progressing. The midwives and neonatal staff were just wonderful, and so well organised. This trolley sat outside the door of our room in the labour suite, waiting for the baby to arrive. Not a restful night to say the least.