A most delightful, satisfying and emotional story to read, with quite possibly the most breathtaking first chapter that you will read in any book - ever! Poppy is having a bad day, she feels very restless, she is thirty-seven weeks pregnant, her husband is away on business - he often is, and she needs to do something. So she takes her two children to the Discovery Centre at the museum. Maybe it will give her ideas for the children’s book she is writing and illustrating. It is the latest in a very successful series, but she seems to have lost all inspiration. Rosalind is brilliant at writing children, these two are absolutely perfect; Hamish is five, just about to start school. He is quite timid and quiet, and takes his responsibilities as older brother very seriously. Olivia is three, a red-headed firecracker. She doesn’t listen to reason, always wants them to do whatever she wants to do, a real handful. Suddenly, when her nerves have been run ragged Poppy realises that her desperate need for the toilet is something else - the baby is coming! She tries to stay calm, and phones her husband, her parents, her grandparents ... and nobody picks up, she has to deal with this by herself, and manage a very cross Olivia who had wanted to stay at the discovery centre.
She phones for an Uber-taxi to get her to the hospital, and contacts the midwife to say she is on the way. But the Uber driver won’t take her because he doesn’t have child seats, so she decides to walk to the nearest hospital which is almost just across the street. She soon realises she is not going to make it, and has to get Hamish to cross the busy street to the hospital to get help. She imagines every minute that her little boy is going to be hit by a car, and struggles to hold Olivia, who is still trying to go back to the museum. You would imagine that things couldn’t get any worse, but they do, just a bit!
An imploding marriage is awful anyway, but when you have just had a baby and are hormonal, it is totally heartbreaking!
Matiu Te Mana is the doctor who calmly delivers baby Isobel, and sorts out care for Hamish and Olivia until relatives get there. He is distantly related to Poppy, in that wide-ranging New Zealand way. He is forty-five, quite a few years older than Poppy, but he feels a connection with her that he has never felt with anyone else, and she does with him, and they become friends. They support each other with trying times throughout the story. Poppy has been told that he is a player, he will never settle down with one woman, but she chooses to trust her own instincts about him, and he never lets her down. He is really good with all the children, far better than their own father, who doesn’t always do what he promises. But forces are trying to keep them apart, they have to fight for a life together, so there is still a lot of drama in their lives, some of it quite heart-stopping! And of course any permanent commitment is delayed because Poppy will have to wait for two years for the divorce from Max to be finalised, that is the law in New Zealand.
The end of the story is joyous, and beautiful, and emotional. There were several places in the story where I shed a few tears, not because it was necessarily sad, but because of the emotion on the page. It is a story that you can’t be detached from, it grabs you from page one, and doesn’t let you go unto the end. What more can you ask for?