UPDATE:First off I would like to thank Jenn over at All Things Jen(nifer) for commenting on this lame ass post. I have been doing this since oh 2003, but it is my second wack attack at having a personal blog, so I have to go trough the long waiting period of anticipating visitors and even more exciting; commenters. So thank you Jen, I truly appreciate.

So Jen asks to tell the story about the baby, so I will do just that. As writen above, I spent the larger part of yesterday in the ER at memorial hospital in NF. -Tad of a side note for those who are unfamiliar with Niagara Falls; it's a shit hole, I only go there when absolutly necessary- So there we were, I siting on an uncomfortable plastic chair, kind of seeing how much of my lower body would actually fall asleep. My grandfather was lying on a cot with the heart monitor all pluged into him, basic O2, easy access blood tube inserted -as you can see I am not a medical genius- respitory monitor, he pretty much looked like something out of a JapAp flick like Ghost in the Shell.
All of a sudden there was some comotion going on in the halls of the ER. Nurses and Doctors were sculling about and moving things around that may be in the path of the next emergency. Then a few orderlies began clearing out the primary room, taking the injured -or hypocondriacs- out and moving them into the general population. I didn't realy think I was allowed in the ER, but they were tolerating me, so I figured I wouldn't open my mouth -which I can tend to do at times-. I then overhear -aka easedroping- a nurse tell an orderly "Grab pedeactrics we have a baby comming in, I hate this!" and then bark across the hall that respitory is needed in room 1 STAT. Now I am getting a little excited, all I had sceen up to this point was my grandfaters naked ass, and some dude who got shot in the leg, this would be something, it's almost like watching the real show; wait it was watching the real show.
The peramedics roll the baby in, and they take it into the first room. The door is shut promptly and someone closes the blinds in the windows. This I am assuming is done so in case of a failure, no one standing outside sees something die. I hear the baby crying and my excitment turns into something different, I am worried and hoping that the doctors are victorious in their procedure. There was much russiling around in the room, and I had no idea what was wrong with the baby, so you can image my mind was concockting many different cenarios. All of a sudden the crying stops, and this I know is not good. Much more movement is happeing in the room at this time, and another nurse comes changing down the hall with a mini defibulator. Now I am truly worried, so I did the first thing any one would do in this situation, I told my grandfather what was happening, and he prayed -I'm not religious so I can't pray, but he is so I figured it can't hurt, I might as well get a pro to do it-. Then I hear and felt a low WUMPH, which I am damn sure was the defib. Then; no movement for a while; and finally the crying returned, which is good. So I can end the story on a positive note, the baby survived. Later I went outside for a smoke, and talked to this guy comming down the ER ramp, he simply said the the perimetic "You know that kid they brought in; it was mine" and I felt pretty good that he missed the whole thing, because I don't think I could have handled that.