Twenty eight years ago Peter arrived. He changed all of us forever. Pete took awhile to arrive, more than 24 hours and two hospitals before he decided the time had come. We moved from our small town hospital across the causeway to the 'big' hospital because a c-section became part of the plan. I think the ambulance ride and the smell of McDonald's did it. His poor Dad had waited and waited and held my hand until finally we arrive at hospital #2 and the nurses tell him to go get something to eat because it would be awhile before the surgeon arrived. Dad arrives back in winter parka, snow boots with McDonald's bag in hand only to be told to suit up - plans had changed and baby was on the way. Happy Birthday baby!
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He was a sweet baby from day one.
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