No idea what made me think of this, so long ago, so don't know if I ever mentioned it here.........but.....I was in the hospital, getting ready to go home after giving birth to our 3rd child. Hubby was coming, all excited, as, after having 2 daughters, we now had a son, one named after him, just as he was named after his father, family tradition.
The nurse brings in the baby, so I can dress him in clothes and diapers from home. It is December so of course it is all warm, including a blanket. As I remove the hospital gown, and diaper, I stop......this is NOT my baby. I call a nurse, and of course they KNOW I am wrong. No, no, I am right, I gave birth to a boy......this is a girl. (I had a cold prior to delivery, so they never brought baby to me)
They naturally had to go double check etc. and corrected their error. (can you imagine the parents of that little girl, if they had come in, and found the staff gave their kid away??) Mind you, the nurse just picked up the baby from the wrong crib, all had I.D. What if that baby had been a boy? I still shudder to think .......that..........since I had never seen my child, I would have accepted it as my son....not knowing the mistake and gone home with him.
Scary.......glad my mom was a nurse at that hospital......Boy, she had seen my baby, held him, knew him.