JANUARY 12, 1950
The young man was speeding along down highway 7o on his way to take his pregnant wife to the nearest town that had a hospital. It was very dark and cold and he kept praying that this baby would be a boy. In his Walter Mitty mind, he was already celebrating with his buddies at the favorite pub. They would all by him a beer and tell him congratulations and that he was a real man to shire such a healthy son.
The dark hair beauty next to him was praying for a boy also but not for congratulations and extra beer but that she would not have to be subjected to another pregnancy. If she had a boy he would be happy and not ask her to have another child.
Speeding along the highway, the young man felt a rush as he always did when he drove fast. The young wife begged him to slow down, which brought him out of his fantasy world. He gruffly, told her to be quite and with his temperament she did not wish to make him mad so she complied.
When they arrived at the hospital which was a good thirty miles away, he sighed a sigh of relieve to have done his part and he walked into the waiting room for expectant Fathers and he stretched out and began to relax. Again, he began to live inside his fantasy world.
It was almost midnight when I arrived. Whew, I just made ONE DOZEN by a few minutes. I made a loud entrance and was unaware of the drama around me. The young woman was panicking as she could not see. The doctor was trying to calm her that she was only temporally blind due to the fact she was so small in frame and the baby was an eight pound er.
Her sight slowly started returning and she began to cry and the doctor and nurses thought it was from relief that her sight had returned but she was upset that I was a GIRL. The doctor became rather indignant and told her very sternly that if she did not wish to have this healthy baby girl that he would just take me home with him.
She told him in between sobs that she loved her baby it was the fact that S. B. would try again to have a son and she really did not wish to have any more children.
I think the wish for me to be a boy was why I was and still am a tom boy.
The Kitty Justice is I am so glad I was not a boy and when little brother came along six years later it was love at first sight for all of us.
THANKS TO ALL WHO HAVE WISHED ME A HAPPY 58 TH BIRTHDAY.