January, 2012

Forty-three years ago my mother went into labor for the second time. It was either very late New Year's Day or very early on the second day of 1969 depending on how you looked at it but either way- it was a full week past her due date when my mom woke up knowing it was time to wake my dad up, get dressed, pack up the car and head to the hospital. Her regular doctor was on vacation and when they reached the hospital they planned to deliver in were told that the backing ob was on his way to another hospital so they should head there, in a neighboring city. Most surprising to me now is that she felt well enough to attend a New Year's party the previous night and stayed long enough to toast in the new year!