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And, like many of those best-laid plans of mice and men, this one went p-f-f-tt! Young Jonathan, it seemed, had plans of his own about the right time to be born, and decided to make it two weeks early. Susan has been vacationing from The Guiding Light for some six or seven weeks, although she had worked until the last two weeks before Chris was born. "It got to be a little awkward," Susan recalls, "being on television and trying to hide behind the backs of sofas and chairs — because, in the script, I was not expecting a baby and wasn't supposed to look pregnant. So, this time, I decided to stop sooner, and really had all the time in the world to prepare for the newcomer. Except that I wanted to keep a lot of things to do until the last week or so, to help me get through that last-minute waiting. I hadn't fixed the bassinet, or ordered enough little shirts and things like that, or the things I 'would need from the drugstore. I hadn't even packed my little bag, that one which every mother-to-be keeps in readiness for her trip to the hospital. "The only definite plan I had made was that my closest friend, Phyllis Hirschfeld, would go with me to the hospital when the time came. She knew on just what dates she was to hold herself in readiness. In the meantime, I was feeling just wonderful and making all kinds of dates and plans. The night before Jonathan was born, I had gone with a friend to see 'The Cherry Orchard.' And, all unknowing, for the night after Jonathan came, I had made plans to have a guest at the apartment for dinner — a sensational young pianist, Glenn Gould, my husband's friend and mine." Another of their friends, a director with the Canadian Broadcasting Company, had been visiting with Susan on that in-between night when she was puttering around the house. He was flying to Europe the next morning, and was going to stretch out on the iiving-room couch and get some sleep, so Susan left him to rest while she decided to finish a project she had been planning, the re-painting of a waste basket and clothes hamper in her bathroom. Triumphantly, around midnight, she stood back to admire her handiwork and began to tidy up the place. Fifteen minutes later, she began to think that perhaps she shouldn't have let the rain that day prevent her from keeping her appointment with her doctor. Those pains she was getting came uncomfortably close together. Maybe this was the "false labor" she had heard so much about? Timidly, at half-past midnight, she decided to phone the doctor. "I hate to bother you," she began, "but could this possibly be . . . ?" He said, "Get dressed and get yourself right to the hospital. I'll call and make the arrangements and you will be expected. I'll meet you there." Susan said, "I can't go yet. I have to call my maid's house and see if she can come and stay with Chris. Please don't hurry, because I have to arrange things here." The doctor laughed. "Get to the hospital," he cautioned her. Unhurried, still believing she had all the time in the world, she called the maid, who promised to come as soon as she could make arrangements for someone to watch over her children, which might take a couple of hours. Susan called her friend Phyllis, and told her not to worry. "I'll get a cab and go to the hospital and you can come in the morning," she said. Phyllis told her not to stir until she got there. "It was 1: 15 A.M. when Phyllis came for me, and I had to admit I was happy she was there, that she had a cab waiting downstairs in the street, and I didn't have to go out into the dark and cold by myself. I wasn't feeling very comfortable by then. Before I left, I woke our friend John Reeves and asked him to keep an ear cocked for any sound from Chris, who might happen to wake up and wonder where his mommie was, explaining that the maid would be along soon. "When Phyllis and I got to the hospital, we found the door locked and had to wait until someone answered our ring. We forgot that only the emergency entrance would be open at that hour of the night. It was almost two o'clock then. While I was giving the usual information to the woman who registered me, I kept thinking: Nuts-to-all-this-I-wish-I-were-upstairs-in-bed-and-could-shut-my-eyes.But it was soon over, and there were the nurse and the resident doctor, waiting for me. When the doctor told me the baby would be born within the hour, I laughed. I thought he was trying to make me think it would soon be over. Not that I had any fear — because Chris had been born in natural childbirth and so was Jonathan to be. Then I heard the doctor tell the nurse she had better get me into the delivery room quickly, and just about this time my own doctor appeared. Ten minutes later, about forty minutes after I arrived at the hospital, our second son was born, an eight-pound, beautiful little boy, who looks even more like Jan than his older brother does, although both little blond boys favor their daddy. It was simply terrific! Everything went so smoothly. I telephoned Jan the very first moment I was able to do so, and it was wonderful to hear his voice. I felt elated, and very happy — and suddenly a ■ little hungry. So the doctor let Phyllis stay with me a while and we had tea and cookies." When Jan answered that telephone call in San Leandro, he had said to Susan, "Hi, how are you?" Susan laughs at that now. "It was just as if it were the middle of any day, and not across the country in the middle of the night. I told him about our boy and he said he guessed it the minute he was summoned to the phone. I know it was very much on his mind. And he seemed to have known all along that we would have a boy, although we had chosen a name for a girl — Lynn — just in case. . . . "He had left a letter with Phyllis, to give to me with some flowers when the baby came, and in it he told me he hoped I wouldn't be disappointed at having another son, instead of a daughter. And he said he was delighted. I was simply floored by his assurance!" Never for one moment did Susan feel a bit sorry for herself because she had