
My wife was three days overdue with the latest addition to the family when I was told my blood donor status had changed.
While she waited at the donation centre reception, I was being prepped for my regular contribution. A pin prick to check my iron levels and a couple of questions to double-check my history.
"Did you know you're a paediatric donor now?" the nurse asked. "No idea at all," I replied.
I could see my wife from where I went to stretch out on the chair, machine pumping blood from the drip inserted in my left arm. Using my available hand, I texted my wife: "What's a paediatric donor?"