24 September 2012
So ladies and gentlemen if you have children or have nieces and nephews or know folk that have had kiddies. You'll know that the lady in question always has a birth story. Now this may be simple or told with the utmost dramatic effect, but it has to be told, it's a rite of passage to motherhood.
Well, I'll keep this simple as I fall into the" if folk ask I'll tell 'em" category. My first, Alex was born very late at night, exhausted I fell asleep with one eye open wearing my glasses, when they wheeled us back through to the ward. But the next morning, as I was told I buzzed for the midwife to come and help me feed. So as I'm 'trying to feed' the midwife notices something in the cot, a sort of curry stained green vomit and speedily whisks my not so wee Alexander off for tests in SCIBU. Long story short, we left hospital without him and he stayed there 5 days. (all was fine in the end)
So the Oracle, like I've said has two kiddies, her eldest is 5 and I remember quite clearly her going into hospital and being c sectioned. No drama, out the sun roof and all was well. But........
We were talking at the start of the year as you do. She was quite overdue with her second and she starts telling me her worries: " I hope the same doesn't happen this time" " what do you mean?" I say " Well (sons name) was taken off me wasn't he. They found green sick in his cot. Said he might have swallowed something"
You can imagine my face....
"Really? I don't remember that." I say incredulously.
I'm so flabbergasted I just say " well lets hope not" And off I go and continue on my way.
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