sarahhadfi
Jul 105 min read
On being rescued.
When labour with Peter was not progressing well, and I admitted defeat and asked for the epidural, the midwife warned me that it was a busy night and it would be a couple of hours’ wait before the anaesthetist would come. When he did show up, I really was delighted to see him. “It must be nice to have a job where people are so pleased when you arrive,” I told him. His name was Peter, which was not the reason our oldest is called Peter, but it did feel like confirmation and he




















