I was ten when my youngest sister was born. My dad asked me if I wanted to go to the hospital with him to pick up Mom and the new baby. Of course I did!
We get there, the nurse wheels my mother out to the car. Mom says to me, "Here's your beautiful new little sister!" and opens the blanket. I had the notion that she was going to look like a lovely baby doll. She looked like a peeled rat.....bright red and too much skin, crumpled up face, baby acne, bald lumpy head. Even my mother later reluctantly admitted that she wasn't a Gerber Baby. I didn't know what to say, so I probably just said, "Wow!"
In a couple of weeks, she was indeed a beautiful baby, she just had to grow up a little and put on some weight. She became a real beauty.
I'll never forget that day.