Ok I'm drunk and I'm going to share this here. When my son was born I had pnd but I didn't realise it at first. He had a heart murmur so we had to take him from one end of the hospital to the other in his wee fishbowl cot.
As we went along one particular corridor, a family came towards us. I say a family, they were like The Broons, loads of them, all ages and heights, randomly approaching us.
Well, as they saw us pushing our newborn along they all just suddenly arose as one and went 'oooh! A baby! Oh my goodness! Oh how old is he!' &etc etc. Like they'd never seen a baby before. In a big hospital, not far from the maternity unit.
Anyway we delighted in their cooing although we were a bit detached and sleep deprived. As we walked away they said what's his name?
Murray, we said.
At this point the dour old grandpa who had so far been silent turned back and cracked a huge smile, `Never hurry a Murray' he said, and then they were all gone, like a dream in the night.
I can't say he's enchanted anyone that much since, but as a new born he held ten strangers in the palm of his hand. Like The Broons, they honestly were. I will never forget it.