If nothing else, these people will always have a unique how-our-baby-was-born story:
Every one of the callers wanted to talk to Angela Suplisson herself, even though she’d barely rested since giving birth to a baby boy, with an assist from her husband, in the front seat of a Volkswagen Passat near Exit 39 of the Capital Beltway about 1:30 a.m. yesterday.
Her mother and father, her sister, her brother, her husband’s parents in France, they all wanted to hear the details themselves, mainly because a lot of them thought the Suplissons, of Alexandria, were putting them on.
“Just trying to explain it to our parents and friends, you know their first reaction is partly one of disbelief,” said Suplisson, 36, an aeronautical engineer with Air Force headquarters at the Pentagon, who spent the rest of Monday telling the story from a room at Bethesda Naval Medical Center. “We’re doing great. Everything went smoothly, and we have this great little baby. It seems crazy, but it wasn’t so bad after all.”
Mark Matthew Suplisson, weighing 7 pounds, 5 ounces, arrived at the Navy hospital about a half-hour after he was born, and he was pronounced healthy.
His father, Fabrice Suplisson, 44, a legal consultant, did not mind taking his turn on phone duty. It kind of helped, he said.
He was the one who had been driving, the one who had kept telling his wife, “We’ll get there, don’t worry,” the one who glanced over to see that the baby really was going to be born on the shoulder of a highway in the cold hours before dawn with only the dome light for illumination. He was the one who hopped out of the car, dashed to the passenger side, opened the door and basically delivered his son.
Heh.
