I cannot describe the joy I felt when my first daughter Kirsten was born, there was this tiny little being humming quietly, taking in her first breaths of humanity.
How did her daddy and I manage to create such a model of perfection, she had an auburn cast to her curly hair and the brightest blue eyes I ever did see.
My GP, (Doctor) was a Scotsman called Murdoch McLeod, he looked after me all through the pregnancy, His appearance was a bit scary, he had a shock of red hair and huge bushy eye brows.
Despite his scary appearance he was a marvellous Medical Practitioner.
For the first two weeks of Kirsten's life he would call round to make sure Mother and Baby were making good progress, I also had a Midwife looking after me,
this was during the 70's when there was such excellent Care in the Community,
How things have changed !
My dear mother Margaret came to stay with us and she cooked marvellous meals, to sustain the new Mum and Dad, whilst getting to know this tiny little miracle of birth.
There was a lovely song around then by Elton John and the first line was
'Blue eyes, baby's got blue eyes, like a deep blue sea watching over me'
I used to nurse my little miracle and sing this song whilst feeding her, and she stared at me intently, with her beautiful blue eyes.
Moving Moments and Marvellous Memories
In the following years I gave birth to two more little miracles, Ingrid and Astrid, thus making the family complete .
Now we have our three Marvellous Daughters, who have produced four Mischievous grandchildren, two Pugs and five cats...thus, the........
. Making of our Marvellous Family.
My thanks to the marvellous Mrs Nesbitt for creating ABC Wednesday and the merited Roger for his administrative skills.
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