Happy Birthday, Son

Seventeen years ago today, likewise on a Friday afternoon, my husband was on campus in an Advanced Differential Equations class. It was just a week or so before finals, his last term before graduation. I was at home (our tiny, basement apartment... o! for the days of $150/month rent!), passing time playing games on the Amiga 500, feeling tired and huge and just not very comfortable.

Then the uncomfortable got worse. I looked at the clock... an hour before class would be out. I paced the room: "Do I interrupt class, or not?" Pretty soon, I didn't care what happened to the class. My husband needed to get home NOW!

So I called the department offices (this was pre-cell-phone days). And a secretary went running through the building, slip of paper in hand, burst into the classroom, panting: "Mr. _____! Mr. ______! You need to go home now! Your wife is in labor!" (Ok, this was BYU, and such interruptions were commonplace in upper-division courses.)

Pretty soon, I see my husband flying up the street on his bicycle. He jumped off, bundled me in our battered grey '77 Celica, and we scurried off to the maternity ward.

A little more than four hours later, Voila! We were parents of a strapping 9 1/2 lb., 23" baby boy.

Happy Birthday, son.

Comments

cublawg said…
Hmmm...didn't realize you're a mormon. Not that I care, but don't mention it to Hill if you get him for Property. He has a special spot in his heart for Mormons...
03 June, 2005 08:30
Coffinberry said…
Yea, I noticed that on the blogs...
LOL. I've got a sneakin' suspicion that'll be the first thing Hill will notice about me.
03 June, 2005 10:42
Ryan Kalamaya said…
I think Hill has a special place in his heart for everyone who isn't Black, male, liberal, atheist, intelligent, and interested in landlord-tenant law.
03 June, 2005 17:43
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