My Three Girls

By Aaron Winzemer

My wife and I had 3 children. The first two were girls ages 9 and 6 at the time of the birth of the third child. The doctor was himself the father of 3 girls. I had no real yearning for a boy, and raising the 2 girls had been relatively easy.

When child no. 3 came, I was in bed. The telephone rang at 3 am. It was the Doctor telling me I was the father of a third girl. At that moment, the telephone slipped out of my hand and fell to the floor. I could hear the doctor’s voice calling out to me. “Mr. Winzemer! What’s wrong?”

I explained, “I didn’t throw the phone on the floor in anger. It was an accident.”

I then joked with him about our each having 3 girls.

Each of my 3 girls was born in a different city. The first was born in Washington, DC.; the second in Philadelphia, PA; and the third in New York City.

The first two hospitals are now long gone. The last hospital was New York Hospital, still going strong.

All three were born on weekends, a great convenience. I didn’t stay at the hospitals. I ‘delivered’ my wife and went home. For one of the girls, born Sunday morning, I was on the roof of a neighbor’s house putting up a TV antenna. He was in my house ad received the call from the doctor.

Many years later I put together a videotape of my family’s growth. I called it, “The Tale of Three Cities.”