Very uneventful births in my family except for our 9 year old. This was before we were married, but evidently wife goes to the hospital, pretty sure she's in labor (3rd kid) and they have her walk around, check her out, tell her to go home. She says she's not going home and insists in staying overnight. Sure enough midnight comes around and baby is ready to come out. There's some towels and blanket on the floor at the foot of the bed and a nurse kneeled down holding the baby in. Doc comes in, washes his hands, nurse turns around to ask him something, baby comes out and lands on the pile of linen. Doc turns around
*in your best Apu voice*
"oh! hello, baby!"