Of course, most visiting this page will already know all of this.
I will proced anyway.
I was in med school. I owned a house, I was married, and my wife was pregnant.
Due date July 5th, '03.
I finished medical school and obtained a residency position almost 3000 miles from home.
Packing all of our worldly belongings into a large metal box on wheels, I graduated June 7th and departed for parts unknown the next day. My wife was to follow the next week.
Six hundred miles into the trip, she called to tell me her water broke.
Leaving the goods in the hands of my trusty co-driver, I made the next flight out and arrived in time to take a nap before the birth. A beautiful baby boy.
Here is some documentation.