ABSTRACT
Kay and I wanted to have children, and she was nearly thirty. But did we dare have them in view of her mother’s illness? We consulted Dr. Tucker and asked him to get in touch with the doctors at the hospital in New Jersey for their opinion. The answer was ambiguous: one doctor wrote that it would be perfectly safe for us to have children, but the other was not so sure. Bill Tucker advised us to go ahead, and we decided to early in 1939. We were lucky: Kay almost immediately became pregnant. We found a doctor at the Chicago Lying-in Hospital and signed a contract for prenatal care, delivery, and a bit of postnatal care, all for the sum of $75—unbelievable now!
