My son, born Sept 29, 1997.
I was in Montreal at the time, where he was born, and all the nurses and doctors were running around with far too much to do.
It seems some law had passed and children born before Sept 30 benefited from it. Lots of woman wanting to have induced labor.
I wasn't aware of it, just the consequences.
So, my son makes his entrance into the world and the doctor is now yelling at me, cut the cord, cut the cord, which was supposed to be my symbolic job. My wife is screaming "why isn't he crying!"
Doctor yells at me to come with him.
Wife is still screaming, and everyone left her there, alone.
I go with the doctors and nurses a few meters away, the baby is blue. The doctor says he's going to inject the baby with an antidote for whatever anesthesia they had given my wife. Sure enough he started breathing and turned pink.
and of course started crying.
We went back to the delivery room, my wife in tears, then tears of joy when she saw our son living and breathing.
I'm not sure what sort of tormented hell she went through all alone in that room for roughly 15 minutes.
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