Forty years ago today I was in a room with Husband, three midwives, two doctors and a couple of anaesthetists. Elder Son made his entrance into the world bum first so everyone was prepared for an emergency caesarean. Everyone except me. I didn't consider it. I didn't even think about it. (Today I believe it's automatic caesarean.)
Pleased to say he arrived safely.
Plans for a big celebration have been put on hold thanks to Covid, and in particular, omicron - which I didn't realise, until I looked it up, is the fifteenth letter of the Greek alphabet. So we joined them for a blustery walk along Port Eynon beach this morning.
And here's the man himself.
4 comments:
Happy Birthday to him and Happy Birth Day to you! The Big Four Oh, a real milestone!
Happy birthday to both of you! Yes, always vivid memories of that birthday time.
Happy birthday to your son! Forty is special!
My oldest son is just a couple of years behind yours. I don't know about you, but I certainly haven't aged that much.
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