One of my favorite cousins just did 23andme with her dad and discovered that they were not biologically related at all.
This is especially horrible because my aunt (her mother) is one of the most ridiculously zealous and judgmental people I have ever met.
She screams at the baby cousins when they don’t behave perfectly, she literally threw a pocket Bible at a woman in a grocery store after the woman was on the phone and said “shit” or something, and she likes to send me unsolicited long letters about “God’s plan” for my life.
Surprisingly, her husband is the most fun and laid-back person I’ve ever met. He did not deserve this or her.
This guy managed to stumble across a shocking discovery.
Not in the hospital, but a friend and his GF were on again/off again, and she got pregnant. She swears it’s his, he wants a paternity test.
He moves in with her and her Mom; she has the baby, take the test.
The test is taking a while to come back, he and his family are over the moon with the baby, kinda forget about it.
Mentions it to GFs Mom one day and she says “oh yeah, she didn’t tell you? Came back a while ago, totally your baby!” Awesome, all is well! A few months later they’re moving out, and he finds the test in a box, not his baby 😳
ETA ~ He left, tried to stay in the babies life, but she wouldn’t let him.
Although, not everyone is willing to stick around in these situations. Take it from this next guy.
This disappointed dad-to-be straight booked it.
My best friend was dating a girl and knocked her up. They got engaged and planned to get married right after the baby was born.
There were about 10 of us in the waiting room waiting for her to crank out the baby.
It was her parents (his were in another state), some of her friends, and some of ours. After sitting there for about 2 hours, he walks out with a smirk on his face and says “let’s go,” we all thought something horrible had happened.
Her friends ask how the baby is, and he said, “Fine, but black.”
In the parking garage he tells us to follow him to his apartment, then sends me a text asking if I could put him up for a while.
We literally moved him out of his apartment and into my spare bedroom in like an hour.
Her parents didn’t know who to be mad at. The confusion on their faces when he told them the baby was black was priceless.
I used to work with a guy whose wife was pregnant. Near time for delivery, everyone at our place of business had a big party with gifts, money, etc.
So big day comes, water breaks, they get in the car to go to the hospital.
She breaks the news on the way there it’s not his, the kid is another race, and if he could just drop her off at the hospital and then leave, that would be great.
He took a few days off work, found a new apartment, moved out, filed divorce, etc. he called into work and told someone what happened, news spread pretty fast.
All congratulations cards were cleaned up and thrown away. Everyone was very sensitive to his pain.
Except, somehow, I don’t know how I did not get the news.
So on his first day back, I walked into the office he shared with 6-7 other guys and said “Hey hey, Daddio, how’s fatherhood so far? Getting any sleep? Got some pictures? Let’s see the little tike!”
He slowly lifted his head to look at me with a painful look. The room was dead silent. One of his workmates stood up, grabbed my arm and walked me out of the room, shushing me. “What happened, “ I asked, “Did it die? What’s the problem?”
When he told me I about died myself. I still feel bad for the dude, and it’s been 30 years.
This next guy deserves a fricken award for stepping up to the plate.
Nurse here. Once had a couple come in, just them. The father was black, and the mother was white. The father was so involved, so ecstatic about him becoming a father for the second time with this women.
Nothing really seemed off, until she started pushing.
The baby girl came out completely white, blonde hair and blue eyes. Usually, black babies come out a little pale, but this was just straight out white.
We had to escort the father out for fear of him becoming violent, but he just sat outside the room, on the ground with his face in his hands.
That was one of the saddest moments I think I’ve ever seen with a father, besides stillbirth.
Odd thing after though, the mom didn’t want the baby and wanted nothing to do with the “father,” probably out of guilt. So she left the responsibility of this baby and their other 2-year-old boy to this man who didn’t even question taking on this child.
While this nurse clearly spoke up to ease any fears that the father may have been having, this lab technician spoke up just to raise some fears!
This lab technician sure said a mouthful.
Not a doctor, but my mother used to work in a medical lab many decades ago.
One day, another woman who worked in the building was visiting the lab, and during the conversation, mentioned that she was blood type X, her husband was type Y, and their child was type Z (I don’t remember the specific types).
One of the younger lab techs blurted out “that’s impossible,” and the doctor in the lab just stared daggers at him.
Luckily, the visitor either didn’t notice or didn’t care, and moved along shortly after.
My mom still remembers it as one of the most awkward moments she’d ever been privy to.
Not a nurse or doctor. My brother told me this story about a man he used to work with.
Brother’s work friend is from an eastern European country and came to the USA many, many moons ago and started his family here. One of his sons meets a nice girl, they plan to get married, but life happens, and then more life ends up coming out of them.
The whole big family is excited about the new baby; father-to-be is absolutely ecstatic, they have a small ceremony before the baby is born, yadda yadda.
Delivery time comes and out pops this little boy who is about 50 shades darker than either parent, and new dad absolutely loses his shit.
In his heartbroken rage, he accuses his new bride of cheating on him, disowns said child and rages right out of the delivery room, leaving new mom all alone with her mountain of shame.
This guy returns to his family and continues his hate-filled rampage and exclaims to his family that his whore of a wife had cheated on him because the baby looked nothing like him in skin tone.
The family is shocked, never would have believed this sweet young thing would do that to their son, absolute shame and misery all around.
Well, sitting in a dark little corner of the room, little tiny grandma chirps up and has a story to tell.
Apparently, back in her glory days, during some war or another, she had a great summer with a French soldier. A black french soldier.
She got knocked up, and he got sent home, and back then you kept the baby and hoped your family didn’t murder you before you could abandon it somewhere.
She ended up meeting her husband shortly after getting knocked up and things just progressed as if it was his child and wouldn’t you know, the little thing popped out white as snow and she breathed a sigh of relief because this was going to be the easiest lie to keep ever.
So this poor bastard has been carrying around this super melanin gene his whole life and knocked up his wife and it decided to all come out on his sweet little boy who he now has to go crawling back and reclaim.
Thankfully, the whole family went with him to the hospital, old grandma had a picture of her old fella as proof and husband and wife were reunited.
And I thought my relationship with my neighbors was awkward.
I know a girl who was pregnant with her boyfriend’s best friend’s baby. He found out there was a possibility about a week before she gave birth.
I went up to see her once he was born and he looked just like the friend; there was no question. I broke the news to her boyfriend, and he was absolutely devastated.
His parents were heartbroken and super pissed. They had bought the girl everything she needed, including a $500 car seat/stroller set.
She refused to give anything back.
She started up a relationship with the friend immediately after having their child, and they’re still together a decade later. But the kicker for me has always been that the boyfriend and best friend were next door neighbors.
She moved into his house after coming home from the hospital.
So her ex-boyfriend and his family had to see them basically every day raising this child that they had believed to be his for the entire pregnancy. I can’t even imagine.
Yes, they did a DNA test right after he was born. The baby was the friends.
Nurses save lives every day. This nurse certainly helped this guy dodge a bullet.
Not a doctor/nurse, but my (ex)girlfriend delivered a baby while I was in the delivery room, and turns out it wasn’t mine.
She was 16; I was 15. All along I was under the impression that this kid was mine, and time to be an adult.
Took all the classes, read the books, worked every night/weekend to save whatever money I could as a 15-year-old.
I finally get the call she is in labor, so I have somebody rush me to the ER.
Luckily for her, it wasn’t a long labor, only about 6 hours, but there was a complication.
The baby came out with the umbilical cord wrapped around its neck. The doctor assured us it was going to be OK, but the nurses were prepping for things to go south.
Baby comes out, it’s a light shade of purple, and the nurses immediately take the baby and put on the smallest mask you have ever seen, to help it get oxygen I guess.
I was too panicked to ask a lot of questions. They state they need to keep the baby on watch overnight, so I stay in the room with the ex.
The next evening, the baby is back in the room with us, and all seems well.
The Ex is asleep, and the same nurse from the night before comes into the room and beckons me out. She states that at risk of her losing her job, she has to break some harsh news to me, that kid is not mine.
She stated that while at this stage it wasn’t obvious, over the next few weeks it would become clear this kid was mixed, and since both of us were white, it was a high probability that it wasn’t mine.
Queue a mixed bag of emotions, and me promptly waking the ex to get a little clarification. Come to find out, she knew the chances and was just hoping it was mine because it worked better for her.
Apparently, her father was an old-school racist, and she didn’t want to have to deal with that.
I left the hospital to collect my thoughts, and a few weeks later was served with child support papers. One DNA test and about 6 weeks later, I am 0.0% that kids father.
Wherever that nurse is now, I hope your life is amazing.
I understand that you were not supposed to get involved in the personal side of things and keep it professional, but you saved me a lot of additional headaches.