My Dad

My dad was born in 1940 in Canton, Ohio, into a world on the brink of war.

One of his first childhood memories is listening to the declaration of the end of World War II on the family radio while sitting on his father’s lap. He grew up in Atlanta, Georgia, and once described his childhood as golden. He is the very definition of a Southern gentleman and one of the greatest people you will ever meet.

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Roller Coaster

I never imagined this blog would turn into a medical play-by-play. But it seems many of you are interested in our journey with Baby Ocho.

Yesterday was a roller coaster of emotions. My day started with an appointment with my OB. I was touched by his concern for me and the baby. He said that he always treats his patients like family and, if I were his wife, he would want me to deliver at another hospital with another OB. It was hard to hear but not completely unexpected.

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