Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Dad and the Surprise Delivery

Today's prompt over at NaBloPoMo on BlogHer is:

Has anything traumatic ever happened to you? Describe the scenes surrounding a particular event.

You could call events occurring on a hot July night in 1968 as being traumatic. My memories are of the awe-inspiring actions taken by our father that summer evening.

This little guy to the right is my youngest brother Kenneth Charles. Ken decided to arrive into the world very rapidly without advance notice.

My memories of that evening begin with waking to commotion, lights and our parents raised voices. In fact I thought much of what was happening was part of a vivid dream.

Quickly it became clear that something of great moment was happening in my parent's bedroom.

My father raced down the stairs to use the telephone. Yes, those were the days when there was one phone in the house and it was not mobile.

The phone call was to the local ambulance company to tell them his wife was in advanced stages of childbirth.

As Dad ran back up stairs to reassure Mom help was on the way, she informed him the baby was ready to be born.

To this day I remember how calm and supportive Dad became during this critical time.

Those were the days when a father was not involved with the birthing process. Our Dad had no Lamaze training or attended any of Mom's obstetrician appointments.

Dad yelled for us children to stay in our rooms, mainly I believe so we would not be under foot. We climbed out of bed and crouched around the door to hear what happening across the hall.

The next sound we heard was the wailing of our new baby brother! We looked at each other in shock and began to laugh out loud. Even though we were not in the "birthing" room we felt connected to this new little person.

Moments after Dad cut the umbilical cord the ambulance arrived blaring sirens and lights flashing. The crew ran up the stairs to our parent's room. They discovered a scene which stopped them in their tracks.

There was Ken swaddled in a blanket sleeping peacefully in his mother's arms.

A member of the crew proceeded to examine Ken and stated he could not have done a better job.

At this point we were all allowed to come in and greet the new member of our family. To see a baby only moments old was a memory never forgotten. Looking down into that sweet little face I fell instantly in love.

The most amusing part of the evening occurred as the ambulance crew was preparing to leave.

While the crew placed Mom into the ambulance Dad was in the house holding Ken. Next thing you knew they jumped into the vehicle preparing to head to the hospital.

If you have ever seen the commercial with the grandparents visiting twin grandchildren you will know how Dad felt. I'm pretty sure his exact words were "don't forget the baby!"

The crew raced back shamefaced and laughing as the retrieved Ken. I guess they were not accustomed to transporting mothers along with newborn infants.

Many years later while talking to Dad about these events he stated "if a window had been open, I may have jumped out!" I do not believe that for a moment. With great certainty I know Dad would have reacted in the same heroic way.

Our father passed away last summer after a long battle with cancer. Recalling happy moments about loved ones is the best medicine. Today I laughed, cried and healed while writing about Dad.

Thanks to NaBloPoMo for the opportunity to recall this wonderful memory.


  1. Such a precious memory for you. Thank you for sharing, I loved it.

  2. What a precious memory. I was laughing reading about the ambulance having to come back.

  3. This is a memory to be passed down! What a great picture of the father your dad was, and what a great bond that must have created with your brother. Thanks for sharing it.

  4. Goosebumps.
    More tears.

    Thanks for sharing this wonderful family story.

  5. A lovely post, great memories, thank you so much for sharing it.

  6. What a great experience for all your family, and what a sweet opportunity to bond, again, with your dad, in remembering that time. It is so precious to have those healing memories. Thank you for sharing.

  7. Deb thanks so much for posting this. It is really neat to hear this from your perspective as one of Kens siblings. I have only heard it before from your mom or dads perspective. love it : )

  8. Wonderful story, Deb, of an amazing night in your family's history. Thanks for sharing it.

  9. Thanks all for the wonderful comments. This was a true joy to write.

    Faith - glad you liked getting the kids perspective of your hubby's birth. Hope that Tanner & Jordan got to read how they Daddy came into the world.

  10. What a lovely story. Brought tears and a huge smile to my face.