And then there were 4: What's gone gets forgotten #13

[A brief history of me in less than 200 words.]

And then there were 4 

In 1974, my Mum gave birth to my step brother in her bedroom at 120 Heston Grange. She had planned for a home birth, and for weeks there had been strange looking pieces of medical equipment in a box on the bedroom floor, and even a huge bottle of oxygen

complete with a face mask. The local Midwife had become a daily visitor as the birth approached, until one day she disappeared into the bedroom with my Mum and Stepdad, closing the door behind her. It was all very mysterious stuff for a young boy like me, and I remember sitting at the bottom of the stairs, listening for any noises that might give any indication as to what was going on in that bedroom. Eventually my Stepdad came out into the hall to fetch me, and I was ushered into the bedroom where my Mum sat on plastic sheeting, holding a tiny bundle of baby and towels. I was way too young to understand how the dynamics of the family would now change – especially my place within it – and was at the time just fascinated by this thing that was my little brother.