While working at Peter Brotherhoods was a huge improvement on my employment history, the early 1970’s were providing even more challenges.
Both motorcycles had been sold, and replaced with an old Morris Minor 1000 (it was, and looked, and performed, very old!) which was a more appropriate family vehicle. Our financial situation was now stable and under control.
In the early part of 1971, we were rather surprised to learn that we had another child on the way. Delivery was projected by the GP to be early August. Given our birth control methods, this came as a great surprise however, we were advised to discontinue with the “pill”!
In the latter part of October, I woke up in the “early hours” to hear my partner asking what the time was! A few moments later, she asked again. She then decided to have a soak in the bath, but kept asking me what the time was. My brain suddenly engaged and I asked her what we were timing, that was clearly happening every 10 minutes or so. We decided that it might be a good idea for me to head off down the road to our local phone box (about 1/2mile away) and call for an ambulance.
I remember it being a lovely morning. A nice clear sky. No traffic. I strolled off down the road until it really hit me… and I dashed the rest of the way. The ambulance was at the house by the time I got back!
Melanie was born on October 25 so we concluded that the GP was wrong on …but, having discontinued the birth control pill, it was not long before the situation was rectified! I did suggest to the GP that he pay us a monthly maintenance given the circumstances, but he was a “big family man” and could not see any problems.
OH my gosh on that Doctor! I wonder how many other patients there may have been that he gave the same “advice” too! I can understand it being a stressful time, but have to say “Awh…..!!” on the picture! 🙂
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Beautiful photo of your children:) How crazy about stopping the pill because of “pregnancy” and having that be the cause of a true pregnancy! Sounds like a whirlwind:p
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As noted, her GP believed in large families. She had missed a period and his response was “A fine young healthy person like you… you’re pregnant!” It was totally dismissed as a non-event, and what did we know at that age! We were brought up to revere doctors and never question their decisions. Such were the 60’s and 70’s! 🙂
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Some still have the same mentality this day in age.
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Great post Colin, I always find labor and delivery stories very interesting! 😊
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Hi Jennifer – Must be a woman thing! I find them stressful! 🙂
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Hahaha…yes it’s definitely a woman/nurse thing! Once we start comparing war stories there’s no stopping us! Most men find them stressful so you’re not alone that’s for sure 🙂 Very cute picture 😊
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Lovely picture, Colin! And yes…I can just imagine how stressful it was at the time… 😉
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That’s lovely. 😃
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Now it is but, at the time, it was very stressful! 🙂
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Beautiful kids.
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Still are … but in very different ways! 🙂
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Lovely picture Colin.
My brother was amazed the day I was born. I was delivered by the district nurse and my Dad at home on a Saturday. Bro had gone to work in the morning and when he returned at lunchtime, I’d arrived. He kept looking at Mum and then me, saying in a whisper ‘Just think, she was in your tummy this morning’.
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It really is quite an amazing process isn’t it.
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Wow…. I think you never consulted that doctor again!
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In the UK at that time, one was allocated a doctor. My wife “inherited” her family’s doctor, as I “inherited” mine. It was possible to change, but the “red tape” and the end result generally did not make it attractive. You could end up with a doctor that was difficult to get to! Keep in mind that personal telephones were uncommon, and many people relied on public transport to get around. How I loved Canada where the doctors were basically in competition with each other! 🙂
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OMG!!! I see, Colin. We are having free doctor choices over here too and actually we had it wherever I lived in my life. Thank God!
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The National Health Service certainly had its flaws, but everybody did have access to the various medical professions regardless of their means or circumstances.
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Lovely children, Colin. 🙂 And this is a wonderful story, a funny one too, about Melanie’s coming into the world. A nice memory to share. Have a great Wednesday!
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One needs to remember the humorous aspects of life in order to avoid being controlled by the more troublesome ones. 🙂
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Well said — I agree! 🙂
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