Thirty years ago today my youngest son, Ben, was born.

In 1983 ultrasound imaging was not as advanced as it is today. So it was still a guessing game the baby’s gender until its birth.

The doctors and nurses (more nurses) proclaimed they could tell the sex of the baby by its heart rate. A boy typically beat slower than girls.

Well, my little baby’s heart was beating like a jackhammer so it was a sure bet little Rebecca would be born pretty soon.

As things got intense and little Rebecca was making her way into the world I heard my husband, Bill say, “Holy Shit!” With tears in his eyes he looked at me and said, “Rebecca is a boy!”

Holy Shit was later named William Benjamin Graham!

Happy Birthday, “Holy Shit!”

Proud Mom,
Donna Faye, CDP