Note – We recently celebrated my second daughter’s birthday; I figured that it made sense to clean-up and port over this running diary of my daughter’s birth. This post was one of the most read items on my old site.
Originally posted March 4, 2007
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8:40 AM – My wife and I are on the way to the hospital. In an effort to make small talk, I mention my dislike of hospitals. Wifey (who’s already in a bad mood) turns to me and initiates the following exchange:
Wife – “We need to talk about this complaining of yours.”
Me – “What complaining? I just said that I didn’t like hospitals.”
Wife – “Look. you just need to stop because your part in the day is pretty insignificant compared to mine.”
Me – “Since it’s so insignificant, how ‘bout I drop you off at the curb and you can have the baby yourself.”
Ok, I didn’t say the last part. Instead, I drove in silence the rest of the way to the hospital. Great start to the morning.
10:00 AM – We’re situated in the room. The wife has to use the restroom, so I take the opportunity to let my parents know that we’re at the hospital. Unfortunately, I have to leave the delivery area to get a signal. When I return, I get the third degree from a nurse because I don’t have a visitor’s badge. Continue reading “Adventures in Fatherhood: A Diary of My Second Daughter’s Birth”
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