Like snoopy would say, "It was a cold and stormy night" ---not really, though when it was "time" for Nancy's arrival. The stork was winging toward our house and the alarm was to go "NOW!"--so as always there is a worry about having to perform the job myself in the car, we headed out down that same bumpy back road and through the neighbors front yard--this was a short cut however it almost could be used as an Army tank trap or course for training.
We drove by the place where we named Cynthia and on to the hospital in sunnyside. You know, things sorta went blank for me--I recall waiting forthe news in the waiting room. Then the doctor appeared and he made a thumbs up signal but it didn't register that Nancy was a girl--we didn't and couldn't choose.
When I saw Nancy in the crib in the birthing room --through the glass, I could hardly believe that Mickey could carry such a load in her stomach all that time--but only mothers know about that.
Naming Nancy was done with out my input. It came down to the wire when the nurse asked for the name and Mom had to come up with a name quick. I am in total agreement with Mom and the selection--sometimes I kinda abused her name by calling her "Nancykadancy".
Then MOm was released after a period of time making sure all was normal and well. MOm came out with the baby and we got into the car. Mom peeled back the baby blanket and I looked at Nancy, She looked kinda crumpled up and her head was sorta squeezed somehow in the birthing canal. I thought--oooh maybe we have a problem. I told Mom, "I think we'll be keeping this one a long time".
Of course Babies are just that--babies and they have to grow. In a few days things began to change and she resembled me quite a bit. I always worried about that--I wanted my kids to be as beautiful as their mother--.So far that was the normal trend--the others were quite pretty--ask me I know how to pick 'em.Four for four was the score. How about that?
That date was almost on my birthday--. On November 10th. Gee the years have gone by so fast I can't tell you her age--maybe it's just as well.
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