Ah, the good old days, you drove up to the hospital door, helped the wife and bag out of the car, gave them to the nurse who said " you have done your thing, go away while we do our thing". " we will ring you when we want you".
Wait, sleep for a time, and a voice on the other end of the phone tells you how many of which sort, and visiting time is 2 pm this afternoon.
Who said modern is better???
That sounds like a fine way of doing things to me!
Worked well 4 times for me.
A Father was just a necessary evil. During visiting hours 6.30 to 8 pm, you were allowed to go to the nursery window, look through the window and pick one of a range of babies, the Nurse would pick up the one you pointed to and bring it closer to the window for the adoring Dad to see, count 10, then put the baby back in its crib.
No touch, no cuddle, just look and point. [and hope it was yours you were pointing at]
I have heard from one of the Nurses, some babies got shown 8 or 10 times in the same night, to different fathers each time.
Then a week, to 10 days later the Mother and Baby were returned to the Father to take home,
usually the first touch was to hold the Baby while Mum got into the front seat, then pass the Baby in to her.
They hadn't dreamed up Baby Seats/Safety Cribs then, just Mum's arms.
The good old days, [1960's]
I do indeed think those were the good old days. You had it lucky!! I have witnessed two more and still see the images when I close my eyes!