My pregnant first wife was in a clinic in Piraeus, Greece, getting ready to give birth to our first child. I'd been up all night and went for a walk to get some air. I climbed a steep hill overlooking the harbor, sat on the grass and fell asleep. A couple of hours later I awoke with a start and thought, "the birth," and ran down the hill, reaching the clinic in time to assist with the delivery and catch my son sliding out of the the birth canal. I'll always be grateful to Dr. Tsgounis for allowing me that moment. An interesting man, he studied with LaMaze in France and was the only Dr., at that time, teaching the method in Greece.
My pregnant first wife was in a clinic in Piraeus, Greece, getting ready to give birth to our first child. I'd been up all night and went for a walk to get some air. I climbed a steep hill overlooking the harbor, sat on the grass and fell asleep. A couple of hours later I awoke with a start and thought, "the birth," and ran down the hill, reaching the clinic in time to assist with the delivery and catch my son sliding out of the the birth canal. I'll always be grateful to Dr. Tsgounis for allowing me that moment. An interesting man, he studied with LaMaze in France and was the only Dr., at that time, teaching the method in Greece.
How interesting! Thanks for sharing your story here.
The stories that you write almost always trigger memories that correspond to something that you've written.
Intriguing. It must be the subject matter.
Always.