Too Many Kids?

It was our family Christmas Eve (Dec 23) and Adam and I had split up to wrap up some last minute shopping.  As Holt and I are trekking our way into old Bartlett, I hop on the phone to schedule his 2 month check-up.  Peds East looks up children starting with their birthdate and then their name.

Operator:  What's the child's date of birth?
Me:  11/5/10
Operator:  Last name?
Me:  Schwartz, Holt
Operator:  (After an unusually long pause)  Hmmm.  I don't see him in here.  Has he been seen here yet?
Me:  Yeah, for his one week check up.  I filled out the paperwork and everything.  All his brothers go here too.

(The operator decides to look him up by his last name.)
Operator:  Oh here he is!  They have his birthday entered as the 4th!  (She says this kinda exasperated like she can't believe some incompetent office personnel couldn't enter the simplest, yet highly important bit of information)
Me:  (if only you could have seen the lightbulb go off in my head)  You know....his birthday is the 4th!  Oh my goodness!  I can't believe I did that.

We both had a good laugh and I'm sure her confidence was restored in the poor office worker who was bound to get a stern talking-to.  But I now presume her suspicion has been shifted to me.  Perhaps you have too many kids when you can't remember all their birthdays correctly.

But you see, his due date was 11/12/10 and I always have a scheduled c-section exactly one week prior.  So for some 30 weeks or more, I knew his birthday was going to be 11/5/10.  But for some reason, his delivery was scheduled a day earlier than I had anticipated.  I guess I'll just have to re-program my brain that my fourth was born on the fourth -- sooner than later.