ON MAY 3, 1950, shortly after I turned 8, my mother, Dolores Seifert, gave birth to quadruplets. She was 37 and apparently perimenopausal.
Back then, there were no fertility drugs, and hospitals and doctors didn’t have access to ultrasound equipment. Instead, they took an X-ray and saw three babies. But when it came time to deliver, Mom and my dad, Arthur, were surprised by a fourth child.
She was supposed to deliver in New Ulm, Minnesota, which had a better hospital than the one in our small town. But she ended up at the Sleepy Eye hospital before she went into labor and stayed there because they couldn’t move her to New Ulm.
Hospitals during that time had no neonatal or intensive care units, so it was a miracle that…