jeffsoesbe (jeffsoesbe) wrote,

the best Super Bowl ever (not this one)

1994. We're watching the Super Bowl with a bunch of college chums at the Wallins' house in Menlo Park. C is astoundingly pregnant and a little overdue. (You see where this is going, don't you?)

The game was one of those blowouts where the NFC team beats up the AFC team (probably Denver). At the end, we're slowly saying our goodbyes. C leans over to me and whispers "I think we should go now."

It takes me a few seconds to realize what's happening. We quickly leave the party because we live in San Bruno and the hospital is in San Francisco. On the way out, I ask C "When did the pains start?" and she says "About halftime. But I didn't say anything because I wanted to watch the game."

We zip up to San Bruno, grab some clothes and stuff and zoom up to UCSF. We arrive there at about 9/9:30 PM. There's a couple scary moments (it was a very fast labor). E is born four hours later, at 1 AM in the morning.

I can't tell you who played, I can't tell you the score. But it was the best Super Bowl ever, because it was the day that E came into the world and added a new wonderful dimension to our family.

E's official birthday is January 31, but I always consider Super Bowl Sunday her unofficial birthday. Happy Birthday, E! We love you and we're very glad you're here.
Tags: family, football

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