Many Happy Returns

Number one son is 18 years old today.

It doesn't seem that long ago that I left my dignity at the labour ward door. It was a strange feeling. The docs were nervous +++, as I was a midwife in the unit. The senior doctor on duty kept apologising for just being a surgeon.The oncall consultant was not answering the phone. The paediatric house officer and the maternity house officer swapped roles so that the most experienced was available to "collect him at caesarian section". The consultant appeared halfway through the procedure, said "They didn't say it was one of my gals", and proceeded to invite us to a BBQ the following weekend at her farm. Surprise surprise we didn't go. Manure and babes do not get on very well.