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Sarah Leanne Scantlin

Announcement in Ponca City Oklahoma Paper

The card at the end of her crib
On the morning of May 2, 1966 after James had left
for work about 8 in the morning, I went into the bathroom and low and
behold, my water broke. Well, must be time for this kid to be born.
Okay, I need to do something with Jim. I know, I’ll call Joyce and see
if she will keep him. So I called her. Joyce, my water just broke is it
okay to bring Jim over and wait with you until it is time for me to go
to the hospital and have this kid. Sure, she said.
So I pack him a bag, throw a few things in a bag
for myself (just in case) and over to Joyce’s house we go. Back then, I
smoked and drank lots of cokes, so I stopped and got me a coke, just in
case she didn’t have any and arrive at her house. She was doing dishes
and laundry as she had 3 or 4 kids then (don’t remember actually) but
she was always busy and she just kept working. Everyone once in a while
she would ask about my pains did I have any? Well, I had had 2 babies
and they were real easy births (not much pain and in less than an
hour). So what did I know about contractions. You had a few and then
you had a baby. Well, about 11 o’clock, my contractions were getting to
where I recognized them as contractions. So I called James at work.
James, better come to Joyce’s and pick me up, I think it is time to go
to the hospital.
Now, Ponca City wasn’t a very big town and we
weren’t but about 10 blocks from the hospital and so he comes
immediately. When he gets to Joyce’s, I tell him to call the Doctor to
tell him we are on our way and he needs to come immediately. By this
time it is almost noon and Dr. Houk tells James he will be there after
lunch. James tries to tell him but Doc you don’t understand. When she
says we need to go now. She means now. I know but we have plenty of
time. How far apart are the contractions again? James tells him and the
Doctor repeats plenty of time. We kiss and hug Jim and off to the
hospital we go. It’s now about 12:15.
As we started over to the hospital we could go by
our house, so since I had forgotten to pick up the bag I had packed for
me, I said let’s go by the house and get my bag. So we stopped by the
house and we are now about 4 or 5 blocks from the hospital.
12:30 Into the hospital we go, put me in a wheel
chair and up the elevator and into the room you went to when you were
having a baby. The nurse checks me over and says, oh my, you need to
keep your legs together, and your baby is coming. I thought Lady, not in
a million years am I going to keep my legs together. Then there was this
lady who came in and wanted to know if I wanted something to eat? I
said, yes, I’ll take everything you have on the menu; whatever you will
eat bring it to me with coffee, tea, milk and juice. So off she goes.
And then all of a sudden this crazy nurse who had said “you know what”
gets really excited and across the hall they take me and here comes this
kid. 1:02 pm. It says Dr. Houk as delivery Doctor. Well, not exactly but
I will let James tell you that version
Oh, forgot to tell you, we didn’t have a name
picked out for a girl. But Joyce and I had decided on Sarah (with an H)
and we hadn’t gotten as far as a middle name. So when they came in to
ask about information for the birth certificate, I said Sarah (with an
H). Middle name: oops no middle name….let me think…Lee (no sounds too
much like a new food product that had just come out on the market) I
know…Leanne (with an E that’s good, had a cousin named Leanna and I
always liked that name. So here she is:

Sarah Leanne Scantlin
Better known by me as Sarah Sue
DAD’S
SIDE OF THE BIRTHING OF SARAH……..
Mama Betsy had very dull and uneventful
pregnancies. No morning sickness. No changes in her usual even, mellow
disposition. When mother was carrying James Vinton she drank gallons of
dill pickle juice. With Sarah no such cravings that I recall. I
remember this very skinny wife with a humongous belly.
The morning of Sarah’s arrival mother told me to
stay at the office as she was certain this was the day. At the time I
am an insurance adjuster and usually away working claims. I told my
manager what was up and stayed in the office dictating reports.
Somewhere just before noon Betsy calls and tells me to call ahead to the
doctor as the baby was on the way and would arrive PDQ. I track down
the doctor and inform him of the situation.
The doctor chuckled at my insistence that the baby
would be here before one o’clock and told me not to be so excited. He
told me to take my wife on to the hospital. He was going home for
lunch and would return to the hospital after one. He said he had been
through this hundreds of times and nature would take its course. I told
him that was what I was trying to get across. I told him this was only
my third experience and when my wife says she is going to have a baby,
she means right now. The doctor closed by saying he would be there in
plenty of time. Little did he know.
I remember picking up mother and heading toward the
hospital. Betsy tells me when we were about four blocks away I was to
get there quickly as the baby was just about there. All a blur as I
drive into the receiving door of the hospital. Mother says its
happening. Fortunately several sisters were going in the door.
“Sister”, I say, “my wife is about to have her baby. HELP….” The sisters
spring into action, quickly have Betsy in a wheel chair and off to the
maternity ward. I probably had to sign papers before going up. The
next memory is standing the hall across from where the action was
happening. Back in the good old days you didn’t have a clue as to sex
until the actual event although mother had said with certainty the baby
was a girl. This was affirmed when I heard Betsy say, “It’s a girl.”
This was taking place just before one o’clock. At the same time I spy
the doctor walking down the hall. He sheepishly tells me he had heard
the baby had been born. “Yep”; I say; “about ten minutes ago.” I
couldn’t resist chiding him and said at least I would have to pay for
his services. Got a bill anyway. Outrageous, $85.00…..
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