Fun fact: I know someone who says that when her mother was in labor, a couple of hours before midnight on December 31 one year, the doctors approached her and asked if she wanted them to slow the process down in an effort to have the baby born after midnight. “You’d make the news!” someone allegedly told her. Like most mothers, however, her response was a polite version of “GET THIS THING OUT OF ME RIGHT NOW, MY GOD, HOW COULD YOU POSSIBLY ASK ME TO PROLONG THIS?!” I’m not 100% sure if that really happened — she claims it’s true — but it’s one of those things that is too good to check.
What is 100% verified, however, is that the first baby born in Chicago in 2017 will be notable for its name. We learn this from the Chicago Tribune (via Mike Oz at Yahoo):
Wrigley Rose wasn’t supposed to arrive for another few weeks, but she came into this world with two distinctions: a World Series-worthy name and the (unofficial) honor of being the first baby born in a Chicago-area hospital on New Year’s Day. After a short labor, Ellen Dalbey delivered Wrigley at 12:12 a.m. at AMITA Health Alexian Brothers Medical Center in Elk Grove Village. She weighs just under 6 pounds and has a bit of blondish hair, her dad, Aaron Dalbey, said. She will go home in a Cubs-colored car seat to a pink nursery.
Oh well, whatever floats their boat. I named my kids after some dead grandparents, and in the grand scheme of things, is that any less weird?
OK, maybe it’s less weird. And it could’ve been worse. Could’ve been “Maddon” Or “Arolids.” Or they could’ve been White Sox fans and the baby could’ve been named Guaranteed Rate Dalbey.