It’s the day of the 2009 Wimbledon men’s final and it casts my mind back to Sunday 6th July 2008.
We had friends of the family- Marcel and Michele- staying. Overnight Marie’s waters had broken and we sent Marcel and Michelle off in their customised van (with a bed in the back) on their trip to catch the ferry to Iceland.
We went up to the hospital to get a checkup, and were sent home to see if nature took it’s course. We came back to the Wimbledon final, and sat nervously through five epic sets, where Rafa Nadal beat Roger Federer in a classic final.
In the end, labour did not start naturally and we went back to hospital on the morning of the 7th to be induced. But in future, I will always associate the Wimbledon men’s final Sunday with our anxious wait the day before Isla was born in 2008.