My wife went into labor about bed time. She called the Doc's answering service, who said, "It's your first. Hang around the house as long as you can." So we did. I went to bed; she cleaned the house. About 4:00 A.M., she woke me up wanting to go to the hospital. We called the Dr. again, and actually talked to someone with medical experience, who gave the same advice as the answering service. Wife wants to go now, no matter what the experienced medical personnel say. So we load up the car and take off. It's five miles to the hospital, and almost 5 A.M. Breakfast time, right? So I stop at the local Stop-n-Rob for a Dr. Pepper and a cinnamon roll. In and out in a minute and a half, and got some gum for her, which was suggested in the classes we took. We get to the hospital and the nurses say we should have stayed at home, but they took her up for an exam anyway. Turns out, the baby was halfway here. No time for drugs or anything. She was born at 6:07 A.M. I, too, hear about my selfish hunger (and need for caffeine) to this day.
David, as to the room, it looks great. Thirteen years ago right about now, my FIL and I were putting up a chair rail, sky blue wallpaper with big, puffy white clouds, and a Winnie the Poo border. A couple of years ago I had to take it all down and repaint the room, because "I'm too old for Poo, Dad." Enjoy it while you can.
