I’ll have to ask my Dad if it’s as bad as it was 60 years ago. Wednesday is my birthday. Every year my parents always tell me how horribly hot it was the day I was born. The only room in the hospital with AC back then (1965) was the OR room and rather than make my Dad sit out in the hot waiting room, they let him stay in the OR room during labor and delivery. He was the first one to hold me.
Keep in mind this was back when Dads were kept in the waiting rooms and never allowed in the room during delivery.
Fast forward three years later when my sister was born. My Dad fully expected to be in the room again and they told him no, he was to sit in the waiting room. He argued enough they finally consented to him standing at the OR door and looking through the window.
On July 23rd, 1965 it was 99 degrees in Des Moines. If there was any kind of humidity like there can be this time of year.......he is right, it was miserable.