If it wasn’t obvious enough, I was born on April 12th, 2001. The hospital I was born at the Oakville Trafalgar Memorial hospital. It all started with my mom having a craving for a big mac. My dad was getting off work early so he promised he’d bring her back one. Just as he was getting ready to leave he got a phone call. It was my mom telling him to stop and get to the hospital. At around eight at night, with my family gathered in the hospital, I was finally born.
Fig 1. A Picture of my birth certificate, including the date and location of my birth. (Shown on the right)
This happening was significant for a few reasons, not the least of which was it’s the event that caused me to be put into this world. From my perspective, probably one of the most significant events to happen to me. Another fairly obvious effect it had was changing my immediate family’s life. I wasn’t the first kid my parents had, so it didn’t quite have as large as an effect as it could’ve, but according to them it still made their lives better. Although they’d without a doubt say that in any case, I still had a lasting impact on their life. Perhaps the most unique effect that it had was on my grandfather. Most of my extended family was there, as we are all very close, but most of them had been through this before, whether directly or indirectly. I doubt this had a lasting effect on them. That is, except for my grandfather. In all the decades he had been alive, he had never seen any of his children or grandchildren being born, until me. As we’ve learned, expectations change over time. Back in his time, it was pretty much customary for the man to just wait outside, doing whatever he wanted, until everything was over. When his own child was being born, he got bored at the hospital so he decided to go home and take a nap. Unfortunately for him, he was inconvenienced by a phone call from the hospital waking him up, telling him his child had been born. It wasn’t until he hung up that he realized he hadn’t even asked if it was a boy or a girl. The experience of him being there while I was being born not only affected how he viewed the world but it also showed how ethics were different in the past, and the fact that they do in fact change over time.
Fig 2. My grandfather holding me for the first time in the hospital. (Shown on left)
Fig 3. The small article my grandparents put in the newspaper to celebrate my birth. (Shown on right)