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absence, and we left forChicago. At last George was having a long train ride with me. I knew in St. Louis I had a cold, sneezes and snuffles. I was a little abashed to meet three young brothers-in-law who put me at ease immediately despite my "pear shape." A privilege to be in that family. Suddenly I felt exhilarated. It was a high fever. I missed a few days or part of days in bed in Weaver’s big bedrm. with fireplace. Told Mom I wasn’t a sissy when I saw "not to be refilled without prescription. I thought she was angry she left the room so fast. I recognized traces of tears as on her return I apologized for being a sick nuisance bet' the coughs that hurt and would not stop. I had the FLU! George’s leave was extended ten days. Heard the doctor say, "until the head is down" and wondered what he meant until later. Dec.12, 1918 Dad Weaver and George took me in a taxi to the hospital, understaffed, War time. I was given a few whiffs of chloroform with George’s hazel eyes so eloquent, holding my hand. In a few hours, I heard the water splash, a baby’s cry. The cry that made me mature and "Mama." The doctor held the BOY baby by his feet. My fever had burned off the weight, the flash was loose on the tiny 5lb. 3oz. baby. I told George I would do better next time. He went somewhere...The delivery room was on the top floor. Later learned the nurse who followed him outside caught George as he fainted, saving him from falling stories below. ON the way down to my room, the elevator boy said, "where is the kid going?" Still grogey I said, "I'm no kid, I just borned a son." NO incubators then.. Buddie was kept oiled and in the little flannel sacks Mom had made. Third day, my castor oil, which like water came up.. George left for camp for his discharge. Added to nurse shortage, though I promised George I would TRY and TRY...………...