We’ve all had a good laugh about how Jackson doesn’t want to know the gender of his child. This conversation takes place:
JACKSON: Hey, in the old days, the guys would pace back and forth in the waiting room until a pretty nurse in a nice white outfit would come out and say, “Congratulations - it’s a ‘insert your chosen sex here’.” Ricky Ricardo didn’t know, Dick van Dyke didn’t know, and by gum, if it was good enough for Rick and Dick, it’s good enough for me.
LORELAI: Well, I wanna know.
JACKSON: Rory, what do you say? Be on my side.
SOOKIE: Jackson, there are no sides.
JACKSON: We can be in that waiting room together, pacing, waiting; we’ll get you a nice suit. What do you say?
RORY: Okay, sure. I’m on Jackson’s side.
JACKSON: Great. Welcome to 1954.
It really didn’t dawn on me just how different childbirth was back then until a recent episode of Mad Men when Betty was giving birth. I just wanted to yell “stop it” It showed the mom all scared and alone while the dads were literally out in the waiting room smoking cigars and drinking. When/if my time ever comes it will not be 1954.


