When were you last really scared?
We'd been watching the Shining. We were staying in an old church building. In hindsight, taking the shortcut home after midnight, in the mist, through the old graveyard was a bad idea.
I'm not sure what started it, but suddenly all the hairs on my neck had gone up and I was crapping myself. It was almost as bad as when, after a few cups of coffee too many and buzzing on caffeine, I got freaked out by my own reflection in the toilets.
When were you last really scared?
( , Thu 22 Feb 2007, 15:43)
We'd been watching the Shining. We were staying in an old church building. In hindsight, taking the shortcut home after midnight, in the mist, through the old graveyard was a bad idea.
I'm not sure what started it, but suddenly all the hairs on my neck had gone up and I was crapping myself. It was almost as bad as when, after a few cups of coffee too many and buzzing on caffeine, I got freaked out by my own reflection in the toilets.
When were you last really scared?
( , Thu 22 Feb 2007, 15:43)
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Newborn terror
Last really scary thing was the 8th of February when my daughter was born. She was rushed over to the resus table (I was calm then, something similar had happened with my first daughter).
After a few minutes of frantic work by the paediatrician the midwife looks over nervously, I mouth the words 'Is she alright' and the midwife looks away. A few more minutes pass and the only sound is the suction pump and oxygen mask and the paediatrician saying things like 'so the cord didn't get wrapped around her neck?'
No sound of a baby crying.
Finally there's a squeak, followed a few seconds later by a howl. My knees almost gave way at that point. I'd already been thinking how I was going to explain to my missus that the baby had died.
Nearly seven minutes to get the baby breathing on her own. I don't know if this is a long time for this kind of thing, but it felt like an eternity to me.
She's doing fine now :)
( , Mon 26 Feb 2007, 13:22, Reply)
Last really scary thing was the 8th of February when my daughter was born. She was rushed over to the resus table (I was calm then, something similar had happened with my first daughter).
After a few minutes of frantic work by the paediatrician the midwife looks over nervously, I mouth the words 'Is she alright' and the midwife looks away. A few more minutes pass and the only sound is the suction pump and oxygen mask and the paediatrician saying things like 'so the cord didn't get wrapped around her neck?'
No sound of a baby crying.
Finally there's a squeak, followed a few seconds later by a howl. My knees almost gave way at that point. I'd already been thinking how I was going to explain to my missus that the baby had died.
Nearly seven minutes to get the baby breathing on her own. I don't know if this is a long time for this kind of thing, but it felt like an eternity to me.
She's doing fine now :)
( , Mon 26 Feb 2007, 13:22, Reply)
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