First baby 1966 - baby boom meant no room at local maternity hospital so was booked to have home birth. DH had to phone the midwife (and we had no phone in the house so he had to go to neighbours). First midwife told me I was not in labour, told me I'ld be rolling about in agony if I was! Horrible woman. After a later call a lovely West Indian nurse came, but kept having to leave to visit other patients leaving me and DH to get on with it. After about 24 hours and no result she phoned the GP who decided I should go to Hospital as an emergency - he too had to visit neighbour to phone an ambulance. DH had to follow ambulance in our mini. When we arrived at hospital DH was told to go away and return 2 hours later, and DS1 was delivered by forceps. After a brief glimpse he was taken to the nursery to be "cot nursed" while I was taken to a ward. I didn't see him again till next morning when I had to walk (despite many stitches) from the ward to the nursery. We were sent home the following day in a mini-bus ambulance with other mothers each holding our babies (no seat belts in those days). It took me 10 weeks to heal - all in all a horrible experience!
Saving water, should we be more pro-active?




