30th June 2020

40 years ago I was giving birth to a wonderful son. It must be a natural protective instinct that a mother knows that her new born child is the most beautiful thing on this earth. I looked over at the crib of the neighbouring baby in the ward and without a doubt knew that my baby was so perfect and hers, well, like an alien. How awful is that, to think like that but I do put it down to love and protection.
After a short sleep I was to be given my baby in the early morning. The early morning came and with it no baby.
I asked a uniformed lady where my baby was. She said,
"you'll see him shortly but now Hen, dinnae worry when you see your bairn. You'll see that when he slipped through the nurses hands and banged his heid (this did happen), well, ken like they cartoons you see and someones got banged on the heid and a rare big bump comes right up like, well, he looks a bit like that but dinnae worry" and she promptly left the room.
This was at Elsie Inglis and outside in the Park they were celebrating the Queen Mothers 80th Birthday so full bagpipe and entourage were blasting their best outside.