I think Chummy had her baby tucked into it's own crib. That was Chummy's red sofa where the bingo lady was giving birth. I recognized the doilies she was using as puddle pads. Chummy's baby must be the best baby ever for her to have so much extra time while carrying for him, cooking meals from scratch, washing diapers, etc. I was sleep deprived and exhausted the entire first year. These midwives all seem to have super human energy.
I had no idea that CF wasn't diagnosed until the 1950's. I kept thinking, it seems like that, but the doctor said he tested for all the obvious things. How sad for the women of those days who thought they just weren't good enough mothers when their children died of rare diseases.