I was the first twin, and the second twin, my brother, had the cord wrapped around his neck and was being strangled to death. There was a doctor in the hospital who had just returned from a conference in an Eastern European country (which was a BIG DEAL back in 1963!) and he ran to the operating room and did this thing where he reached inside my mum and stuck his fingers inside my brother's mouth and pulled him out, safe and sound. Although, he's a bit of a dick sometimes.

So, my twin brother and I were delivered by different doctors 27 minutes apart.

I'm not entirely sure how that relates, since I do not watch Lost ever, but I thought, as a midwife, you might like that story.

And, by bizarre coincidence, about 10 years later after we moved to a whole other province, on a family outing to an amusement-type park, we ran into that same doctor. Small f'ing world. (No, it was not that amusement park - it was Ontario Place.)

*rambles some more about the original Ontario Place Forum and the cool climbing apparatus that no longer exists there, and how they wrecked the whole concept when they started with the Play-all-day passes*

I think I'm officially old, now. *ramble ramble ramble*