Sitting over my MUG of coffee this morning and see the headline in the paper “Hospitals ban dads from filming birth“
As with all articles that have something to do with parenting, I always read the first paragraph before deciding whether or not to nod in agreement, have a tanty and/or read on. This one I did, but only because I had received a phone call about the issue from the author of the piece a few days earlier and they sent a photographer out to take a photo of me, Chippie and an ancient video camera. A traumatic experience for all concerned.
Not surprisingly, the photo wsan’t published. Which I’m a bit relieved about, but also disappointed, as I like photos. I don’t have many with me in them, because I’m usually the one in peoples’ faces taking them and have a husband who doesn’t think to. I also held out grave hope that the photo would be acceptably nice and I could purchase a copy. Because that is what I do. Sadly, I am destined to remain forever ignorant of the “goodness” of the photo. Well, until I forget about it, at least.