Here is the best feel good story I have ever had the fortune to hear.
I will try to put into words as it was played out on drive tonight 6PR radio in Perth. For those who may have caught it, if I stuff a few sequences up, please forgive me.
This is how Mum relayed the story on radio.
A young couple had booked into hospital for Mum to give birth to twins, a little girl and a little boy. Twins were early, and when she gave birth, the little girl was fit and healthy, but the little boy was in deep sh1t, and looked to all, that no level of medical intervention would save his life.
The medico’s explained this to the young family and what to expect with the passing of the baby boy. As you can appreciate, both Mum and Dad were deeply saddened at the prospect of loosing their Son so soon after birth.
The hospital staff returned the baby boy to his Mum who placed him on here chest.
Mum did say that at the time she was running a fever, and to her his little body felt very very cold.
Not long after this, the little bloke wet all over his Mum, which according to the Doc when they sent a question, was to be expected.
Dad sat down next to his wife and Son, and placed his hand close to his Sons, the little tacker gripped his Dads outstretched finger. Once again, they asked the Doc via relayed message and same answer, this was to be expected in death.
Mum said that some short time later, she noticed her little boys eyes open and close, this was followed by Mum starting to lactate. She believes that shortly after his eyes opened quickly, like he could smell Mums milk. She placed some on her finger and put the finger near his mouth, he started to lick the milk from her finger.
Mum kept this up for a while then once again asked the Doctor via relayed message to come back to observe, he didn’t and reiterated, that these things can be expected in Death.
Mum and Dad both then asked the midwife to have the Doc return to explain once more what to expect in Death, the Doc did return, sat down next to the Dad and spent about 15 minutes explaining what both parents should expect. By this time some two hours had passed, and Mum asked, “if its two hours since you handed me my Son, why is he still moving and licking milk from my fingers, and still gripping his Dads finger”
The Doc asked the Midwife for a stethoscope, listed to the little tackers heart, was stunned to say the least, asked the Midwife to listen, they both were shocked to the core, grabbed the little bloke and rushed him back to the Hume crib next to his Sister.
Today the little bloke isn’t yet 12 months old, hammering along full bore, with no apparent issues. The parents won’t know for some time yet if he has any lasting detrimental affects from his ordeal
The only explanation the Doc could give as to why he didn’t return to the room when the questions kept coming to him was pride, as he was sure that death was right there with the little tacker.
So as a Dad and a parent, that’s just bloody huge
) wifey I'd happily snuggle at the slightest opportunity!
