Turns out, I had a cold when my brother was born.
This was one of the pictures I scanned for my dad's slide show. I quite like how my mom looks a little stunned, my dad has clearly had his attention caught by something to the side of the camera, and I am staring down the photographer.
We moved from India to Bangladesh a couple months before my mother's due date. Bangladesh had just gained independence, and medical care was better in India. Plus, all my mom's doctors were there.
So she decided to deliver in Delhi.
While Betty and I we were on the plane from Dacca (now Dhaka) to New Delhi, I apparently asked the following:
"Mama, when the baby gets to New Delhi, can we not go get him?"