I was born two weeks late, because my mother had dangerous high blood pressure. Had I been born years later, they would have gotten me out two months early. But back then protocol was different. Keep the baby in as long as possible, so that it still can grow a bit, despite the maternal problems.
When I finally announced myself I came with such speed that my whole head was deformed. Bad enough that my Dad exclaimed that they could throw that (me) in the bin. The doctor said it would all be right with my head over time. But, as my Mom said, the GP would check every time in the pram when he saw my mother walking with me. As if he wasn't sure about what he had said about everything being alright over time.
I did get a normal baby head. And my Dad felt ashamed about his exclamation about throwing that in the bin. But it never bothered me that he had said that. To me it was just a funny part of the story of me coming into this world.