30 years ago today my son Joey was born. 30 years. I know, I was quite young to have a child. Nevertheless, I've found myself thinking about those early days with my first born, and one of my favorite stories ever.
My labor started on St. Patrick's Day. When it had progressed enough to head to the hospital, Joe (Joey’s dad) and I called to tell our parents. When Joe pulled the car into the circular drive of OSU Hospital to drop me off, we saw his parents waiting inside. They had beaten us there.
As it turned out, there wasn’t any hurry. I was in labor a long time. Joe and I, his parents and my parents ended up spending the night in the hospital, waiting for Joey. Joe and I walked the halls. The Gioffres and the Kolks played euchre in the waiting room. Everyone was tired and punchy.
Finally I was scheduled for a c-section and Joey was born. Joe went to the waiting room to tell our parents. This was back in the day before detailed untrasounds so Joe got to make the big announcement:
“It’s a boy…and he has the biggest balls I’ve ever seen.”
Always an interesting guy, that Joe.
But my mom fired right back: “Oh, he must take after the Kolks.”
She was a funny, funny woman.
That was March 18, 1981. The day we all met the sweet baby boy who was and is one of the best things that ever happened to me. Happy birthday, Joey!
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Jeano I sure that Joey appreciates you telling everyone that he had the biggest balls ever seen - a classic mom story. Happy Birthday
ReplyDeleteRenee - I cleared it with Joey before I posted. I'm not crazy.
ReplyDeleteCute story. You must, at least in part, get your sense of humor from your Mom. :)
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