The day Vic was born was a very exciting time for Dad. You would have thought the veteran who had seen action at the end of WWII would have been a little more composed, but every time he told the story of the day Vic was born he would laugh at himself.
When Mom told him she was in labor and ready to go to the hospital, a big uneasyness set in for Dad. While Mom was out waiting in the car Dad ran back into the house to get some towels before tearing out of Mancos in a big roar to get Mom to the hospital in Durango.
Dad was going way over the speed limit which caught the attention of a waiting policeman who immediately started a chase that Dad would not stop for.
If it wasn't bad enough he was speeding, he than ran every red light and stop sign between him and the hospital.
As he pulled into the hospital parking lot with the policeman flashing his lights Dad refused to answer any of the questions being asked him as he tried to pull Mom out of the car and carry her inside.
I'm not sure the conversation that was going on between Mom and Dad during the drive from Mancos to Durango, but there in the parking lot Mom told him to quit acting like a lunatic and let her walk into the hospital so she could get to the task at hand of delivering a baby.
The first steps Mom made found Dad right behind her with his hands on her making sure she did not fall down. Again, Mom told him to leave her alone and the thought flashed through Dad's head he had not used those towels he threw into the back seat so he ran back to the car to get the towels while trying to negotiate with the policeman.
Dad ran back to Mom and was trying to figure out how to use the towels on her when she again told him to leave her alone. (Apparently he was way out of his comfort zone if he was not on the battle lines)
Dad said he did not know what to do with the towels so he threw them in the bushes outside the hospital doors as Mom was entering in.
Back in those days fathers had to wait outside the delivery room so Dad did much pacing while Mom was doing all the work of bringing their first son Victor Irwin Dean into the world.
Luckily for us all, Dad's over exciteability did not rub off on Vic and the rest of October 18th, 1947 was a happy, calmer day.
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9 comments:
It is so good to see your writing again. I have missed your stories.
I miss Vic too. Thanks for sharing!
Good to hear from you again!
I have never heard that story before...I don't even know the story of when you were born. Do tell!
I hadn't heard this either. I would love to hear about all of grandmas deliveries (Im currently a little obsessed with birth).
Nice dad. I was excited to see that you wrote a story, and non the less about Vic. I can't believe a whole year has almost passed us by yet again. Nice actions Grandpa! I haven't heard this story either. Pretty funny.
It's so good to hear your 'voice' again in the blogging world! Grandpa and Uncle Vic sure are well loved people!
This was a new one for me. I love it. I hope you're back in the story telling mood. I've missed your antics.
I dont think I have heard about any of the Dean's being born. Did we ever find out what happed with the police man?
The policeman had mercy when he saw how pregnant mom was. Had there been a near accident I'm not so sure he would have been as lenient.
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