Yesterday the nice folks at Del Rey threw a surprise Baby shower for Kathleen, organized by head honcho Betsy Mitchell. We were given lots of adorable baby stuff. Wednesday is pretty much her last day.
Apparently having seen too many old sitcoms, Ariel was under the impression that at some point, Kath would suddenly say, “The baby’s coming,” and we would then run around screaming and shouting and trying to get out the door while comically forgetting such important items as an overnight bag or the mother-to-be. So we explained the actual process is a bit more drawn out than that.
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Well, if you really want to go the cliche route, don’t forget to take a taxi to the hospital. That way the missus will either deliver the baby in the taxi with the help of a charming immigrant with an entertaining accent, or wild and wacky hijinks will ensue on the way to the hospital.
Let’s not forget the wheelchair races in the hospital corridor, followed by fun with quirky and oversexed doctors and nurses (not THAT kind of interaction, ya sickos!)
Ours was a bit more mundane. At 2:30 a.m., Beloved Redhead poked me.
“I think my water broke.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay. I’ll call the doctor.”
Turns out I woke him from a sound sleep as well. “Okay, bring her on in.” Into the car and off we go to the hospital, a fifteen minute drive made easier by the fact that no one, and I do mean no one, was on the roads other than us at that ungodly hour.
And of course, she didn’t deliver until 6:00 p.m. Later, she informed me that she had been pretty sure she was in labor about two hours prior to waking me, but she wanted to be sure.
Now, the false alarm, a week earlier–THAT was comical…
JSM
Don’t forget to chain-smoke while pacing back and forth in the waiting room!
Ahhh, how funny!
Touching the old taxi ride gag, after the mad dash to the hospital, don’t forget you can let the taxi driver name the baby just like in the old “Blondie” movie where ‘Cookie’ has about to be born!
If only life was an old sitcom/movie sometimes…
-Dennis
You’re forgetting the most important thing— Boil water!
Heck, don’t let her watch the Coneheads movie… she’ll think that when the Missus’ water breaks, the whole house will flood!
…..then there’s the scene in the delivery room where the laboring Mom-to-be glares at Dad and says, in a voice not unlike the one that came out of Linda Blair in ‘The Exorcist’: “YOU-U-U-U DID THIS TO ME-E-E!!“.
Oooh! Don’t forget the kindly next door older-woman neighbor who has seen this a million times before, and ushers the scared-stiff husband out with “Don’t you worry, dearie, everything will be fine!”
I was six and stuck in bed with the stomache flu when my brother was born. Mom went into labor in the middle of the night. While Dad ran Mom to the hospital, Grandma and Grandpa came to the house to stay with me (since it was three in the morning and I was still asleep). I went to bed that night with a, “Night, Mom!” and woke up with a, “Morning, Grandma — Grandma?!“
Dad brought me to the hospital the next day to see the baby, against my better judgement. (The medication was making me loopy.) Took one look at my new baby brother, smiled, then got sick.
Though I have reassured my brother time and time again that one had nothing to do with the other, he doesn’t quite believe me… poor little guy. 😉
My mother has a horror story of her own. Her side of the family came and spent Christmas with them, certain that I would be born by that time (My due date was the 18th of January) My dad needed me to be born by Jan 1st for tax reasons.
I broke water on the 2nd and then went to sleep on them… so I was born on the 3rd
Some how that’s not a very reassuring story to most moms to be.
I’m disappointed nobody has managed to mention handing out cigars yet.
“Drugs! We need drugs over here! NOW!! We have a woman in labor!!”
“I thought she was having natural childbirth?
“Not her, fool! They’re for HIM!“
My mother once told me that when she was in the hospital expecting me, she spent most of her time watching sitcoms like All in the Family. She says that thanks to that, I ended up becoming a TV addict for most of my childhood. But today, I hardly ever watch any TV at all, with the exception of programs like The Simpsons.
I for one quit watching TV years ago and took to just reading books instead, whether it be novels or comics. I feel a lot better that way in general.
My Mom was watching The Incredible Mr. Limpet when she went into labor for me and never got to see the end.
Names we respectfully request PAD NOT give the baby…
1. Cassidy
2. Morgan
3. Moonchild
4. Fonzie
5. Tol’ble
6. Buffy
7. Jody
8. Sissy
9. Mister French
10. Baby Grampa
11. Elektra
12. Balthazaar
13. Nasthalia
14. Gonzo
15. Bosie
16. Paco
17. Prince Michael
18. Fluffy
19. Caligula
20. Daffy
21. Zsa-Zsa
22. David (Look, we don’t need a David David)
23. Erasmus
24. Morticia
25. Yasmine
26. Stinky
27. Antigone
28. Giganta
29. Bubbles
30. Sacajewea
31. Lucretia
32. Eartha
33. Corey
34. Foo-Foo
35. Vampira
36. Hercule
37. Irving
38. Mephisto
39. Nico
40. Barbarella
41. Debbie The
42. Korak
43. Bunny
44. Zippy
45. Bonzo
46. Godzilla
47. Flip
48. Fu
49. Hopalong
50. Kiki
51. Spot
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