I was supposed to be born at Cooper but the Dr. was convinced my mother couldn't survive the experience so they were pushing to crush my cranium ( I weighed in at over 12 lbs), my grandfather literaly carried my mother out of the hospital room and drove her to Lourdes...where I was born without a crushed skull or a deceased mother. Thank God he was there. My dad was a 20 year old truck driver on the road, my mother was unconscious and her sister was giving them the go-ahead to kill me when grandpop got there. He's one feisty little Cajun Catholic and 'der wasn't gonna be no baby killing dat day!' This story has become almost a family legend but my mother swore to it's veracity while she was alive.
Wow, remarkable story.