My mother certainly did. In her own words, here's a recounting of Ruth Martin's quick-get-a-doctor moments with my four sisters and me. (I'm quoting from my mother's chapter in a collective family history book published in 1992.)
|Nancy (left) and Sandi (right)|
"Nancy swallowed a trunk key and we had to take her to the hospital and get her X-rayed. Nancy practically put me in the hospital, too. I got a ruptured disc from carrying her around when she was a chubby baby and had to stay flat on my back for six months.
"Mimi was bitten by a chipmunk and we had to take her to the hospital to get several rabies shots.
"And Jim stood up in his high chair one day and fell over, knocking his head on the floor; there went another trip to the hospital."
|Me (with drool on my chin)|
So, as you wish the woman who gave you birth a 'happy Mother's Day' this Sunday, you might also thank her for taking you to the hospital when you were a kid. I'll bet she'll know exactly what you mean.
|My mother, Ruth, as a child|
POSTSCRIPT: I did a multimedia version of this post using Adobe's fun new Voice iPad app. Here it is: