Columbia Hospital for Women

The place where I thought I’d die 57 years ago today. Her father asked what time our daughter was born and I could not tell him. Because after a day and a half on the maternity floor without food or water, I was near delirious and they put me under anesthesia to deliver the baby. When I woke several hours later, she was in the nursery and very pink and bald.
At least, when they brought me a tan baby with dark hair in the middle of the night, I was able to tell them that was the wrong one. The nurse checked the wrist bands and took the bundle away. Then they would not let me leave the hospital until I had evacuated my bowls. So, I spent about a week in the Columbia Hospital for Women, which is now a condominium.