Monday, August 18 - a very special day!
It's David's birthday!
When David was born, hospitals were still very conservative with the stereotype that Dad's couldn't be too close to the situation. So back then Dad's still went to the Dad's waiting room in the hospital while the baby was being born. (Contrast that to today when Dad's are right in the middle of the birth process, right there when the baby is born). I like the idea of today's method, but it wasn't that way in 1970 in Tulsa.
On the two previous births, the people in the delivery room would call to the Dad's waiting room and say "Come see your baby girl". But on that third occasion, they just said "Come see your new baby". (Yes, that was even before the days of ultrasound and 3-D and 4-D pictures -- not even 1-D. So whatever you got was a big surprise). Sort of like Forrest Gump's box of chocolates -- you never knew what you were going to get until you got it. No surprises today.
When I got there, they had "the baby" lying in the incubator with a little sheet covering the lower half -- the doctor was having too much fun with the moment -- and he finally asked, "would you like to know what your baby is?" Well, gee, how would you answer that? Naw, doesn't matter -- I'll find out next week anyway. Did I say that? Of course not - so the doctor smile real big and said "you have a boy"! To which I said, "Hi David!"
Of course, Dads still couldn't touch until the baby was taken out of the hospital, unclean creatures that we were back then.
I was proud of that baby boy back then. Still am, 38 years later!
Happy Birthday, David! Let's have a big birthday party!!
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