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------Email from my Dad-----
This date is forever in my mind. We were living at Delevan ave and Mom was complaining of cramps. She was about 4 weeks from term. I palpated her abdomen and timed the contractions (not recommended to call them "pains") i.e. bad psychology. They (the contractions) appeared to be shorter so I told Mm to go to sleep. Psychologically I (personal) saw no real reason to be excited. About 1 or 2 in the am I felt a warm, wet rush in the bed, what had occurred was the amniotic sac had broken, when this happens the so called innocuous contractions suddenly transit into hard lasting contractions, somewhat painful but at an interval of every five minutes. I called the Dr. and told him I thought Mom was in labor but would call him when the contractions became stronger and closer and that we would leave on our way to the hospital. At that time there was a slight modicum of anxiety as we couldn't locate grand mom and grand pop (Harry and Lil) but the situation resolved and we were on our way.They were needed to watch Blair. The contractions at that moment became more frequent and of longer duration.We arrived at the Atlantic City Hospital labor room and to add more hysteria (bad word) the Dr. had not arrived. What had happened was that the answering service was slow to notify him, as we (Dr. bayer) had agreed that when we left for the hospital I would call him and he would leave too. At any rate the head (yours) had descended and crowned and Mom was very upset since no Dr had arrived. The labor room nurse asked me to examine Mom and low and behold her (your) head descended more. Mother being aware of the absence of a Dr. asked "who will deliver me" I tried to reassure her that I would- her response was "but you are not scrubbed" as your head became more and more visible I put on gloves(I did not scrub, was wearing civvies) and was about to deliver you, when in came Dr. Bayer strolling. I backed away, he donned gloves, and a beautiful little girl completed her journey to life. Beth, as you can see it was an experience I will never forget. So happy birthday 01/11/1957- Nifty fifty. Love Dad & Mom
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You are very kind person and you show that the care for others not as well to do as yourself. I like to read your posts for your compassion.