Well I cant imagine anything worse than watching your favourite playground get bulldozed. Not quite the same but luckily for me the caesarian section was behind a screen and I chose not to look over it.
I had no choice Codiak, the ex wife screamed out thus waking me, which may I say was rather selfish of her because I was a tad tired that night.
However, I ignored her somewhat untimely intervention to my slumber and made my way thru the screams to the bathroom ... On entering, I was met with a sight that would have had Chuck Norris diving out the nearest window.
She was laying on the floor, her legs were at a 'quarter to three' with something resembling a suet pudding emerging from 'twelve o'clock'.
Now call me old fashioned, but that particular arrangement of ex-wife and impending daughter was something I would normally click on the 'Pass' option.
I had two other kids previously and on both those occasions, when the whole 'birth' business was getting under way, I made my leave and did what every self-respecting man should do, I went down the pub with my mates and awaited the hospital call.
No such option was available on this occasion as the suet pudding was getting ready to dive headlong onto the bathroom floor.
I did my Holby City bit and caught her as she squirmed free from her 9 month captivity and held her upside down desperately offering her to my ex.
My ex thankfully took her from me and I was left to consider a new career in obstetrics.