The nurse brought a baby down from the nursery and handed him to my mom just as she was about to check out of the hospital after having my brother.

But, it was the wrong kid! Even at a glance, my mom knew that the redheaded bundle of joy wasn't the dark haired boy she delivered days before.

So she sent him back and they returned with the right child.

Needless to say, this made me paranoid when my own children were born. We kept them in our room during the hospital stay and if they were taken for a test or screening, my husband accompanied them.

Did you fret over taking home the wrong tot?