tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19838051.post2254746159648847229..comments2024-01-28T22:16:50.852-06:00Comments on Mr. Dilettante’s Neighborhood: November 21, 1995Mr. Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13920907647566015611noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19838051.post-15857195657242336422008-11-21T09:53:00.000-06:002008-11-21T09:53:00.000-06:00What, no birthday poem from Picklesworth?Happy Bir...What, no birthday poem from Picklesworth?<BR/><BR/>Happy Birthday, Ben and thanks for the story Mr. D. I remember lifting heavy machinery in the delivery room between my wife's contractions with our first child, and how the right sleeve of my chambray shirt was two inches longer than the left after our second child was born, due to my wife wrapping her fingers in it during the tougher moments.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19838051.post-77971217389427784252008-11-21T07:39:00.000-06:002008-11-21T07:39:00.000-06:00When we got to the hospital, about 11 a.m., I rea...When we got to the hospital, about 11 a.m., I realized we had forgotten something. I was so worried that I would miss the big moment if I left. The nurse laughed at me, and told me to go.<BR/><BR/>12 1/2 hours later JR was born. I hope you remembered to take off your ring. I remember sitting there in pain, albeit not what she was going through, from her crushing my hand and my ring digging in to both fingers on either side.<BR/><BR/>It is quite a unique experience. Far cry from the days of our fathers, who had to sit in the waiting room. Which of course was different from their fathers. My dad was birthed on the kitchen table in their house.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19838051.post-49965003773239889642008-11-20T20:05:00.000-06:002008-11-20T20:05:00.000-06:00Birthing to Miles Davis?Win!Birthing to Miles Davis?<BR/>Win!W.B. Picklesworthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03187309512838841997noreply@blogger.com