Thankfully now that the contraction had passed and she was no longer paralyzed in the doorway, Elsie could chuckle at Tyb's admonishment of the cat. Slowly, she made her way over to the edge of the bed and lowered herself gently to the mattress. Her whole body was starting to feel the impact of the labor from the pain in her back to the worry that was starting to flutter in her chest, Elsie still felt bad waking him up.

Reaching out to run a hand over his arm, Elsie took a deep breath. "Tyb," She shook him gently. "Tyb I think the baby is coming tonight. I just sent an owl to the midwife." She hoped that Nurse Moony got back to her quickly. The midwife had explained how it generally went and that it could take a while, but to send for her when the contractions had some sort of regular pattern to them. Fortunately they were still fairly spread apart, but noticeably increasing in intensity.

"Come on you," She nudged him gently again, hoping she wasn't sending him into a panic.