As I walked into the Hospital, for some strange reason, I looked at my cell phone for the time.
The time was 9.11pm.
Oh my.
My two children were born on September 11th, and that means they were both born on 9/11.
My son was born on 9-11-1976, and my daugher was born on 9-11-1987, at eleven o'clock in the morning. There was exactly 11 years between the birth of my my son and my daughter.
I looked at the date on my cell phone. It was November 21st.
The reason why I was at the hospital was to visit my daugher who is expecting her first child. Her baby girl will be my first grandchild.
It's looking like Kiara will be born on November 22nd, and that means she'll be born on 11/22.
Two elevens make twenty two...
I
Is that a bit of a coincidence or what?
It was my second visit today.
Kiara is a wee bit late. So the doctors are inducing her birth, and it's along process. Sarah's mother, my second ex-wife, was there along with Sarah's cousin, and Sarah's fiance was also there. They've been by her side ever since she entered the birthing room of the hospital at midnight last night.
When it comes to having babies I'm old fashioned enough to leave it to the women. If the father of the baby wants to be there then that's okay, but it's not a place for Dad and her brother. It's a female thing, and I think it should stay that way. As such my visits were not much more than showing my face, and then getting the heck out of the way.
Also, I don't like Hospitals. I get nervous even walking in the door of a hospital, and while in the birthing room I couldn't take my eyes off the screen that showed the heart beats.
"Her heart beat is 180 beats a minute!"
"It's okay dad."
"Are you sure?"
When I was in the hospital earlier on today it was like walking into Grand Central Station. I could hardly believe it. People were all over the place. Signs pointed to one thing or another, this way for Cancer, this way for heart...
I dodged around people, and wheel chairs, to the information desk, and I asked for the Maternity ward.
"Keep walking down that corridor over there until you come to the purple elevators then take one of them to the third floor."
"Why purple?" I thought, as I dodged my way around people, on the way to the purple elevators.
It was a lot different when I went back tonight. The place was almost deserted. The janitors were cleaning up, and then I walked past a huge group of interns that were being led by an important looking doctor.
They moved to one side as I walked past them, and it felt like I was running the gauntlet. I could tell that they were weighing me up. Their eyes were full of intelligent curiousity.
I could read their minds. Like: Hmmm. I wonder what's wrong with him.
I felt so self conscious that I could hardly put one foot in front of another, but then I said fuck them.
I straightened up and projected the impression that there's nothing wrong with me mate! And you can get tee fuck with all yer wondering and very curious eyes.
Waltre de Daltre
The time was 9.11pm.
Oh my.
My two children were born on September 11th, and that means they were both born on 9/11.
My son was born on 9-11-1976, and my daugher was born on 9-11-1987, at eleven o'clock in the morning. There was exactly 11 years between the birth of my my son and my daughter.
I looked at the date on my cell phone. It was November 21st.
The reason why I was at the hospital was to visit my daugher who is expecting her first child. Her baby girl will be my first grandchild.
It's looking like Kiara will be born on November 22nd, and that means she'll be born on 11/22.
Two elevens make twenty two...
I
Is that a bit of a coincidence or what?
It was my second visit today.
Kiara is a wee bit late. So the doctors are inducing her birth, and it's along process. Sarah's mother, my second ex-wife, was there along with Sarah's cousin, and Sarah's fiance was also there. They've been by her side ever since she entered the birthing room of the hospital at midnight last night.
When it comes to having babies I'm old fashioned enough to leave it to the women. If the father of the baby wants to be there then that's okay, but it's not a place for Dad and her brother. It's a female thing, and I think it should stay that way. As such my visits were not much more than showing my face, and then getting the heck out of the way.
Also, I don't like Hospitals. I get nervous even walking in the door of a hospital, and while in the birthing room I couldn't take my eyes off the screen that showed the heart beats.
"Her heart beat is 180 beats a minute!"
"It's okay dad."
"Are you sure?"
When I was in the hospital earlier on today it was like walking into Grand Central Station. I could hardly believe it. People were all over the place. Signs pointed to one thing or another, this way for Cancer, this way for heart...
I dodged around people, and wheel chairs, to the information desk, and I asked for the Maternity ward.
"Keep walking down that corridor over there until you come to the purple elevators then take one of them to the third floor."
"Why purple?" I thought, as I dodged my way around people, on the way to the purple elevators.
It was a lot different when I went back tonight. The place was almost deserted. The janitors were cleaning up, and then I walked past a huge group of interns that were being led by an important looking doctor.
They moved to one side as I walked past them, and it felt like I was running the gauntlet. I could tell that they were weighing me up. Their eyes were full of intelligent curiousity.
I could read their minds. Like: Hmmm. I wonder what's wrong with him.
I felt so self conscious that I could hardly put one foot in front of another, but then I said fuck them.
I straightened up and projected the impression that there's nothing wrong with me mate! And you can get tee fuck with all yer wondering and very curious eyes.
Waltre de Daltre
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