Birth Story

I remember the day I was born. It was on a Friday. Back then hospitals closed at 5pm on Friday. The doctors, nurses, the rest of the staff went home and came back 9am Monday. My mom showed up ready to deliver at 4:59 pm. She had to be admitted, but of course the doctors and nurses who delivered me were pissed because they had dinner plans and were hoping to catch Gunsmoke on TV at 6:30 pm.

So they rushed my delivery (4 minutes, still a record at Zachary Taylor County Hospital) and had my mom out the door at 5:03), which made my dad happy because he was curbside, sitting in the car, with the motor running, honking and yelling out the window for us to hurry it up.