lari 7 Mar 2022 Reply I was born in the days when babies weren’t kept at their mothers side, but in a creche where nursing staff could watch over them. When my father visited my mother she told him to go and look at me. He said that he’ll just have a few minutes with her first. She insisted. My father said there was no rush. My mother then went into the very edge of panic…My father, to pacate her, asked the (irish) nurse if he could go see me. Possibly noticing his Irish surname she replied that it wasn’t the usual way of doing things, but she’d wheel me into my mother’s bedside. As soon as the pram appeared, my mother leapt out of bed and flung back the blankets. I was covered in blood. My umbilical knot had come loose, and I was doing some serious dying.Well, here I am. I pulled through.