Jun 13, 2010
This is the hospital where I was born. I have no memories of being born here other than the ones acquired while watching a home movie of my Mom holding me in the nursery. You know how sometimes you see pictures or movies of a time in your life and years later you are not sure you actually remember the event or just remember the picture or movie? I'm pretty sure I just remember seeing the movie.
I do remember playing with plastic army men while I was in the hospital for pneumonia when I was less then 5 (yes, I was a tomboy). I also remember being about the same age when my Mom was having gall bladder surgery and thinking I knew my way to the soda machine and accidentally stepping on the elevator and ending up on the third floor and crying because I got lost. Thank God someone found me.
My Grandma used to live a block away from the hospital. Every time she saw the ambulance pull into the ER she would call all of her kids to make sure they were okay - no matter the time of day. Or night. This seemed very annoying until she moved pretty much across the street from us.
(Disclaimer: The hospital is bigger than it used to be, and they have added a helicopter pad atop it; but there is no longer a maternity ward. The closest one is 30 miles away so I believe that planning is essential.)