Giving birth in special places
Twenty four years ago today it was the day prior to having daughter number two. I was no stickler for precise dates when it came to such things. Two years before I had found the real reason I couldn’t squeeze into my jeans was because I was actually halfway to having our first baby. This easy and obviously shortened first pregnancy was followed by a speedy hospital birth due to my husband’s knowledge of Sydney’s back roads and his safe but swift driving. Even so, we weren’t into home birthing for baby number two and with a modern hospital five minutes away the only instructions my husband, a keen motor sportsman, needed was the proverbial green starting light. No such text book situation second time round though. Despite having visited our doctor less than an hour before and being told to go home and relax, our feisty newborn dramatically made her way into the world. Caught short, I hailed my husband from his business luncheon to our apartment in the hotel we managed, where his past lambing experience and a pair of shoe laces to tie the cord saved the day. Redirected with baby clutched to my chest out the hotel’s back door, the waiting ambulance took me to a private room in the aforementioned public hospital. My husband received standing ovations from both the nurses there and our patrons back at the hotel – his shout of course! Our daughter is fortunate to have a unique place of birth on her birth certificate. I find it sad that, with everything else our district offers a young family, so few have the choice and privilege of putting ‘‘Queenstown’’ on their birth certificate. Happy birthday, darling Elizabeth Grace Mann, born October 11, 1988. Mon Desir Hotel, Takapuna.