bubble boy

Born still wrapped up in his little sleeping bag (amniotic sack to the more medically minded amongst us) it was not quite the expectation you have of the doctor holding your boy aloft and declaring 'you have a son' whilst you peer at his genitals to see if he's 'a big fella' - but more a case of  little man in a jelly gently tumbling across the bed and then being scooped up by calm doc and then rushed across the room to the ICU staff. However the sleeping bag thing is apparently good - and as we have been informed good for sailors as well who like to put it in a jar in case they're drowning. What use it would be when drowning i'm still not clear on as am sure it wouldn't inflate by pulling down firmly on the toggle and from where i was looking it definitely didn't have a light or a whistle on it. But forget the sailors and their odd ways it was good for Eb as it meant less time out in the wilds without a nice big jumper on him to keep him warm.


5 frantic minutes then followed by the med team to clear his airways and then he was whisked off to the ICU by lots of slightly frowny and concerned looking doctors - apart from dr calm who had now stopped soothingly saying PUSH and was now soothingly saying, 'its a boy, and he's doing ok...' we like dr calm and his lovely calmy ways.