No 3 was terrified, really scared. But she had gone to bed last night not knowing about the new royal baby's arrival. So I distracted her with the happy news, and suggested that perhaps the thunder and lightning was nature's way of welcoming the little prince into the world with its own dramatic fanfare. No 3 loved this idea (oh I like it when a story comes together at 4am - much more fun than checking the drains which I left to my husband!). We got talking about how the little prince will one day become king, and which names he might be given. I told No 3 that he will probably have a few middle names, possibly in order to please a lot of people. She decided that it must be quite hard being a member of the royal family, and happily accepted her place in a very ordinary one (just as well).
So with No 3 pacified, the drains now quiet, and the storm abating, we all drifted vaguely back to sleep. Except that I kept thinking back to my own babies' births, and hoped that the Duchess of Cambridge might be enjoying a few moments of quiet to herself in the middle of the night (albeit amidst a noisy storm) as she fed her newborn without intrusion.
For the record, No 3 and I reckon the royal baby will be called George, James or Arthur (my favourite). And please don't forget to tell us what you think his name might be on our facebook page, and to enter our competition when we do find out!