I have been a bit remiss about posting blogs of late. Whilst I must 'try harder', here's my excuse. I have been slightly tied up since the dramatic arrival of baby James last October.
James arrived whilst on our way to the hospital in the back of the car. (I can thoroughly recommend the Ford S-max as being 'roomy enough to deliver a baby!')
Martyn (the father-in-law and my Friday receptionist) became assistant midwife until the paramedics arrived, and his coolness under pressure must be noted. This is probably a throw back to his days as a policeman.
Myself (reasonably cool under pressure too) made sure the cord wasn't around baby's neck as I guided baby out, then checked his airway....no teeth present! Fortunately all was well, and James was promptly wrapped up in a Crystal Palace towel for warmth (much to Martyn's delight).
James is now 8 months old and is just getting to grips with crawling, picking up and chewing on his sisters toys and concentrating hard on pushing his first tooth through. He also loves cars!
Please note that this is not a service we offer at the surgery...
