Josh was born in the middle of a big move.  We had lived in an apartmentin the Lincoln Square area of Chicago so George could live close to his Service Master job at Foster Hospital (Kindred now) on Montrose St. for 3 yrs.  He was being transferred to Gary IN.  We had found a cute little house to buy there on a dead end st. which backed up to a woods.  We loved it there.  It had a few problems like flooding in big rains, but it was quiet, peaceful, with a big fenced in yard.  Anyway, we had to move there in a big snow storm.  ServiceMaster always had our belongings packed & delivered to our new home, but we had to take 2 babies in the blowing snow.  And then we had to wait for the truck.  If I remember right, we got to the new house on the 8th.   I worked hord to get things unpacked and put away before Josh came.  Of course, back then, we had no idea what we were getting.  
On the morning of the 10th, we went to see my new Dr. so we could touch base before anything happened.  Ironically, he had no idea I was going into labor!
Because we had gone through a long period of a baby dragging her feet to be delivered, I knew I did not want to be sent home again with no baby.  So I went through the entire day of February 10 feeling my pelvis trying to stretch and prepare to spit this guy out.  It was so weird feeling like that for hours.  With Bobbi, I got none of that.  We just waited for the pains or water leaking or anything really concrete to show us we were going to get some action pretty soon.  I finally told George if he wanted his mother to come be with him & Bobbi, he should call her to come.Carol got there all excited.  She made dinner for the 3 of them.  They sat at the table, talking & laughing.  I finally to George he might want to hurray up a bit unless he wanted to deliver the baby there on the floor.  So he drove me to the Merrillville Methodist Hospital, sister hospital to Gary Methodist Hospital, where he worked.
We checked into the hospital, which I do not remember much about.  I was just getting pissed with all the delays.  This baby was coming.  So when they took me back and checked me out, they decided I was dialated enough & we better take her to labor.  As they were prepping me, and the nurse was telling me they had called the Dr., all of a sudden I knew he wasn't going to make it.  In the next couple of minutes, the nurse delivered my new baby boy.  The Dr. came in a few minutes after that.  Later I asked what the nurse's name was.  Right away everyone got tense.  I had to tall them I didn't want anything but to tell the story in Josh's baby book.We had out healthy baby boy named Joshua Vernon Cooney.

Joshua Vernon Cooney was named after multiple people.  From the time we started talking about babies, a boy was going to be Derek Vernon.  We both loved Derek and it was a 'studdly' name.  Vernon was after my father, Vernon Wesley Baker;  my brother, Michael Vernon Baker;  Josh's dad, Vernon George Cooney; Grampa, Robert Vernon Cooney; Great-Grampa, Vernon McKinley Cooney; and my hometown, Mt. Vernon, IA!  

When we had a girl, Barbara Anne, the name remained the same for a boy.  About 1/2 way through tJosh's pregnancy, we both decided we loved the name Joshua, again studdly, so we changed it to Joshua Vernon.

Sometimes I wondered if that's why he was so silly at times.  He was a product of so many people.