I was lucky, I think. My wife was having a c-section and I would be in the delivery room with her. Well her doctor and I waited in the Physician's Lounge for the anesthesia to kick in. The doctor read the paper and smoked a cigar and acted like he was on a vacation in Bermuda. He soon left to go to work while I waited another hour, and I thought they all had forgotten about me. Then a nurse runs in, and explains I either come in now or will miss the birth. So I walk into the Delivery Room right when my wife is spilling out the last two meals she ate onto the bed. I flinched, but recovered and held it in, and soon I was a father. It turned out that the brand new anesthesiologist had given my wife an experimental shot that didn't work, so they had to wait before giving her a different shot.
If you watch reruns of St. Elsewhere you will see everyone smoking in the hospital.