That my husband was wearing a banana t-shirt (imagine that being the first thing you saw on exiting from the gift shop??)
I remember that on the morning after his birth I was late transferring back to Stroud Maternity because I wanted to watch the FA Cup final (Portsmouth 1-0 Cardiff).
I remember that I finally left the 'Stroud Hotel' because United were playing Chelsea in the European Cup Final and I wanted to watch it at home.
I also remember my milk coming in during the first half (feel free to look away now). I felt a mixture of pain and panic, trying to force a tiny baby to drink to relieve the pain, but with breasts rapidly expanding like Violet, the one ton blueberry from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.
|Ever had the feeling you're about to explode??|
He returned and United won on penalties.
I was elated and the boobs thankfully, deflated.
There you go, my birth memories. All based around football (and I don't even follow it anymore).