So many, now I am thinking about it - feeling so much happier now!
The taxi driver on the way in for my emcs. He gave us a 50p piece - the one with the Victoria Cross on - and said that he reckoned anyone who goes through that deserves the medal.
The anaesthetist during my emcs who knew I was petrified of the epidural, and kept talking to me about nonsense during the whole procedure. It really helped.
Staff in HofF restaurant whilst I was pg and since having dd1. They carry the tray for me without asking, fetch extras like straws and napkins when I forget - they are fab.
Staff in Pizza Express in Darlington. They showed us to a table where I could feed baby without feeling self-conscious, made a big fuss of baby when she wasn't feeding and were just generally helpful and positive about having a 3m baby in the restaurant. Thank you.
A multitude of old ladies and a couple of old men who have complimented me on dd1. I know she is lovely, but telling me so really cheers me up.
The spanish grandmother on the bus who came over to tell me she was pleased to see a baby in a sling, and made conversation when we wee stuck in traffic. It's sometimes lonely as I don't have family or many friends living nearby, and it really helped.
My dad died 18m ago and dd1 is only 3m, so he never knew her. He would have adored her, so everyone who tells me how much she resembles him. And particularly the lovely new mum I met at a bf group who wouldn't let me go home alone on what would have been my dad's 60th birthday, but made me come over to hers instead. It saved on a lot of crying.