I spent part of yesterday at Mercy Hospital here in Oklahoma City with my husband.
He asked me if I heard “that lullaby.” Of course, I hadn’t. The clamor in the emergency room had me on edge, not to mention just the fact of having to be there. Hubbo is a minister, among other things, and he is a frequent visitor to the area hospitals. He told me that the music I hadn’t heard was an announcement that a baby had been born.
Mercy Hospital is huge–I was amazed that they had such a personal touch as announcing the birth of a baby. Of course, we had no personal information about the new one but somehow just the knowledge that a new life was beginning somewhere in that building was comforting. I found myself listening to see if I could hear the musical announcement the next time. And I did.
I also remembered how in the small town where I grew up we would always check the northernmost third floor window at the hospital on Main Street to see if the light was on. From personal experience, my mom knew that was the labor and delivery room. So if the window was lit, we knew someone was having a baby.
My friend Richard from ‘The Cheek that Doth Not Fade” welcomed his first grandson into the world Saturday night as we followed along on Facebook. Yesterday and today it’s been great to see the pictures of the bright-eyed little Sam Andrew.
So announcements of births come in all forms–just thinking about the beginnings of the lives of the persons to whom we will someday be ancestors.


