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Meanwhile, back in Meryton...

Alexandra, Swoon-Worthy?

My imaginary self interacting with my imaginary grandkids.

My editor advised me to write stories about myself for my blog/newsletter. In her opinion, my readers want to get to know me. Since I have no grandchildren to burden with these stories, I shall take her advice. Might as well start at the beginning.

My mother, heavily pregnant with me, woke up at 11:00 at night with heartburn. This was not at all unusual in late pregnancy, so she took a little baking soda in water and went back to sleep. She awoke again at about 12:00 in the morning, also with heartburn.

She thought, “Since baking soda didn’t do the trick, maybe sitting upright would help.”

She settled into the rocker in the bedroom, turned on a small reading light and was perusing a magazine when it occurred to her that she was having heartburn quite regularly. At eight-minute intervals, to be exact. Oh!

She awoke my father. “It’s time.”

Dad had taken the classes with her. He knew the drill. First babies usually take eight to twelve hours. He had seen the comedy sketch on I Love Lucy where Ricky panics and leaves Lucy behind in his mad rush to get her to the hospital. He was prepared. His jacket was stocked with small change for the vending machines, a paperback novel, and all of Mom’s hospital pre-admissions paperwork. He was determined to remain calm, cool, and collected.

He got dressed, grabbed Mom’s pre-packed overnight bag, and got to her to Alameda Hospital in less than fifteen minutes. He kissed Mom good-bye as a nurse loaded her into a wheelchair to convey her to the obstetrics ward. Dad finished the admissions paperwork.

Alameda Hospital had two major wings with a separate bank of elevators for each wing. Dad got into the elevator, stepped out onto the Orthopedic Ward. Oops. Got back into the elevator, went back down to the lobby, got into the correct elevator, arrived at the Obstetrics Ward. He paused in the hallway to buy himself with a cup of coffee from the vending machine before making his way to the waiting room.

When he arrived, a nurse hurried over. “Oh! Mr. Conaway, there you are! We’ve been looking all over for you. You are now the father of a healthy six-and-a-half-pound baby girl!”

Whereupon Mr. Calm, Cool, and Collected keeled over in a dead faint!

So there you go, folks; I’ve been making grown men swoon since birth.