Thursday, December 20, 2012

In Another Life, Mr. Holmes, You Would Have Made a Excellent Criminal. Yes, and You an Excellent Policeman

I love birth stories. I love hearing them, I love reading them.

Last week, on 12/12/12, by friend has her baby. She had a very exciting birth story and invited me to come visit her at the hospital the next day.

Since Drek was out of town, I took Ash with me to visit the new baby. We drove to the hospital, or, what I thought was the hospital, but turned out to be a medical complex. I had to call another friend to ask for directions and fifteen minutes later we were at the correct building.

We walked into the lobby and signed in with the security guard. I clipped my "visitor" badge to my shirt and followed the directions to the maternity ward. As soon as we walked in, we were greeted by another security guard, who asked what room number we were visiting.

"Oh. I was hoping you could tell me." I answered."

He replied that since I didn't know, I had to check in via camera with the nures's station on the other side of the floor. We walked over there, checked in, got the room number, but the security guard on that side said there was a strict "no kids fourteen and younger" policy, and wouldn't let us in. So I left the gift and walked back to the elevators and was greeted by that guard.

"Did you find the room number?"

"Oh, yes. But they said I couldn't take her with me." I nodded toward Ash.

He rolled his eyes and said that policy changes every shift. He said to come back tomorrow.

So we went back to the lobby where we were greeted by swarms of police officers. They surrounded a man on the floor. They had locked down the building and wouldn't let us leave. I was shown into a hallway, where Ash and I waited for fifteen minutes before being escorted to the back exit. I had to walk all the way around to get to my car, and the couldn't leave because the parking lot exit was blocked my police cars, fire trucks, and ambulances.

While I was sitting in my car, the new mother called to thank me for the gift and apologize that they wouldn't let me in. She said she hadn't heard of that policy. I laughed and told her what the securoity guard told me, then tentatively asked if she knew what was going on in the lobby. She said she had no idea and asked to what I was referring.

"Oh, nothing." I answered as another police car arrived and two officers jumped out. No need to worry her.

I still have no idea what was going on. But it did make for an exciting visiting-hospital-after-birth story.

1 comment:

  1. Oh, man, that's the best! It's such a classic, even up to the not-telling-the-person-staying-in-the-hospital-where-the-action-is-happening, - WHILE-said-action-is-happening-on-your-side-of-the-phone.

    Your life is so great!

    Also, that sounds crazy.


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