During my farming life I have assisted at hundreds of births
and watched in awe as ‘my babies’ struggled to their feet
to begin their lives….usually on a cold winters day.
Fast forward to 1988 and again I was in total awe at seeing
a tiny 7 week old heartbeat on our son’s first ultrasound.
Early in 1989 I watched as No. 1 son was born.
For the ensuing 315 seconds I was comforting MGW,
trying to sound cheery, while all the time
watching nurses moving more frantically
by the second as they tried to get our son to breathe.