Death and Birth
Apr. 6th, 2003 10:51 pmNy father is a paediatrician, which basically translates as "baby doctor". Despite the various strictures in place about doctors treating their own famillies, he was there at my birth, generally getting in the way and doing his best to sabotage things.
So, I was born straight into his hands, a lovely shade of blue and not actually breathing. His first thought wasn't "Ooh, my years of training have taught me how to deal with this situation." but "Hmm, looks like there's a problem. Maybe I should do something. Or maybe I'm overreacting because it's my kid. Yeah, that's it, I'm bound to be overreacting."
Luckily someone not overcome by genetic linkage snaffled me and gave me the spaniking I needed to get me going (I've always been lazy).
Parent's eh. Can't live without them....
So, I was born straight into his hands, a lovely shade of blue and not actually breathing. His first thought wasn't "Ooh, my years of training have taught me how to deal with this situation." but "Hmm, looks like there's a problem. Maybe I should do something. Or maybe I'm overreacting because it's my kid. Yeah, that's it, I'm bound to be overreacting."
Luckily someone not overcome by genetic linkage snaffled me and gave me the spaniking I needed to get me going (I've always been lazy).
Parent's eh. Can't live without them....