DS was born February 1979, and it was snowing the day I brought him home!
Remember walking down to the surgery for a check up in the January, slipping on the icy and snowy pavement, and falling onto my back. Told the GP who said he was more worried about me than the baby, who was well protected!
Also washed the nappies before first use and having to dry them all indoors in front of the warm air vents.
I was in hospital for 8 days after a long trial of labour, and an emergency section. DS was 8lbs, which doesn't sound much, but I was only 5 foot nothing, and DH was over 6ft! Found out later that DH was over 11lbs at birth!
Some funny things I remember from my stay in hospital - at breakfast time if you chose a boiled egg you couldn't have a fresh hot bread roll, and vice versa!
Also, coffee was served mid-morning in the day room, the furthest room from the ward - those of us who had sections were expected to walk down, trailing our drips behind us, and by the time we got there all the coffee was gone. We could hardly walk anyway, as we were all clutching our stisches!
Very little help in those days with feeding - I struggled for weeks until my doctor told me to put him on the bottle. I was devastated at the time but it was the right thing to do.
Our second baby, DD, was born in January 4 years later, but in sunny Cyprus - from my hospital bed I could see the blue Mediterranean through one window, and snow on the mountains from the other. Another section, but elective this time which was lucky as DD was over 9lbs! And this time I didn't even try feeding; she went on the bottle straight away, and I didn't feel guilty at all.