This is a story from right after Dorothy was born that we never got around to writing about (I'm writing it while sitting in the airport, heading to Seattle). When it was time to leave the hospital, we had to wait a while for them to get an orderly to wheel Elizabeth and Dorothy out to the front door. A lady finally arrived, and we headed down. As we were leaving the OB/GYN wing, a security officer at the exit stopped us, because the orderly who was taking us out didn't have the correct color ID card, and hence was supposedly not allowed to take babies out of the hospital (and apparently their security procedures had changed recently, hence the confusion about who to send down with Elizabeth). So we're sitting there by the exit, Dorothy in Elizabeth's arms, people in the nearby waiting area looking at us and googling at Dorothy, while the security guard called up to the area we'd just come from to check and make sure it was OK for us to leave. So Dorothy got stopped by security before she was even a week old. I hope this isn't an indicator of what life's going to be like with her when she's a teenager...
Posted by Tom Nugent at December 13, 2004 12:05 PM