February 14, 1986 was a crisp, cold day in Edmonton. The expectant mother felt a real sense of urgency as Dr. Morcus was scheduled to leave town on the 15th. At best, she worried about her new doctor delivering this child and the thought of a replacement at this late date was overwhelming. The compromise was that, although no sign of labor, he would bring Mom into the hospital, then introduce some chemicals that hopefully would induce labor. Hours passed and no reaction to the drugs and no labor. Dr. Morcus had set a time limit of 4:00 p.m. and if no labor by then, the intraveneous would be removed and nature would take its course.
The good doctor made rounds at 4:00 p.m. as promised, made a cursory check and announced that although there were no visible contractions, labor was started. It appeared that it would be hours before the stork made the house call and Dr. M. left instructions to be called when the time came. He had barely left the hospital when all **ll broke loose. By 4:35 we had our own little valentine.
She's a keeper. We wish her a very happy birthday. Consider yourself hugged.
The good doctor made rounds at 4:00 p.m. as promised, made a cursory check and announced that although there were no visible contractions, labor was started. It appeared that it would be hours before the stork made the house call and Dr. M. left instructions to be called when the time came. He had barely left the hospital when all **ll broke loose. By 4:35 we had our own little valentine.
She's a keeper. We wish her a very happy birthday. Consider yourself hugged.
2 comments:
I remember that day clearly - well mostly. I do remember that the time of birth was 4:43. Just another relatively useless fact (nothing to take away from you Carly) taking up space in my brain, along with hundreds of phone numbers that I will never dial again, birthdays of people I may never see again etc.etc. I totally inherited this trait from you, Dad! Love ya.
I feel hugged Daddy!
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