When our Ross was born he was 6 weeks premature. The docs decided on a cesarian as he was just way too active kicking away inside poor Liz.
She look like something from the first Alien movie as her belly stretched to what looked like a promising wrestler or soccer player.

Actually we did not know at that point if 'baby', 'it', 'the thing' was a boy or a girl.

So Liz had to be put under a general anesthetic. We had already decided I was going to be there at the birth but I was a tad worried by the idea of a cesarian. Still I was allowed in.

Sadly neither of us actually witnessed the birth, I was being gently brought round shortly after the incision was made and Ross was already out and squaling like a good 'un and Liz was till out of it.

He lasted one night in the premature unit as the docs decided that he was far too healthy (and noisy)and could join us in the big world.

I still have a copy of the photo taken minutes after he was born, and he still has the teddy I was clutching as I hit the deck.