Today is my baby girl’s 9th birthday. Or, as I refer to it, Daddy/Daughter Fun Time, Day 1.
The maternity ward at Cedars-Sinai was so busy back in 2004, that Mommy had to wait in triage for several hours before a room opened up. Where, and I am totally serious, a nurse asked Lynn if she could keep the moaning down because she was “disturbing the other patients.” Daggers flew from her eyes.
Eventually, we made it to an actual room. And, there was finally medication. Mommy got some, too.
Here’s the actual view from the delivery room. Welcome to Hollywood, Julianna.
So, after the whole song and dance, and the kissy-kissy, and the Mommy needs her rest so go home, I do what most guys do: I went to Jerry’s Deli and got me a beer and a French Dip Sandwich. (The sandwich, by the way was too big to eat in one sitting, so I had to take it back to the house, where I promptly finished it off. I thought that detail was important for me to tell.)
Yeah, it was brutal.
P.S. Mother and child were fine. Daddy on the other hand…