The young couple had four daughters. When a fifth baby was due, there was great hope it would be a son. All during the woman's pregnancy, the thought was there -- she wanted to give her husband a son this time!
On a cold November day in the early hours of morning, the mother awoke and "just knew" she needed to get to the hospital. Since her husband was across town working a night shift, she called her next-door neighbors. They came over and took charge -- the woman stayed with four little girls, and the man loaded a very pregnant, in-serious-labor woman into the back seat of his car.
He happened to be a deputy, and his car happened to be equipped with a siren and flashing lights... so there was no problem getting her to the hospital on time!
The baby was delivered without incident at 7:10 a.m. The father had arrived by that time and anxiously awaited news. When the doctor came out, he told him his wife was fine. His little baby girl was also doing well. Yes - another daughter. The gender scales in his household were seriously tipped to the feminine side: 6-1 now!
What emotions struggled in that father's chest on receiving the news? Some disappointment? A bit of resignation to the fact he would have no sons? Possibly. But he was a good man, a good husband and a good father. He thanked God for a safe delivery and another healthy baby.
It had been an eventful day with a dramatic start. That father named his little girl Nancy Lorraine Keltie. Her family calls her Nan. That's how I started my life -- delivered to the hospital with sirens blaring. Maybe that's why I've always been a gal of action with a flair for the dramatic!