His birth certificate also?
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I AM YOUR FATHER.
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It hasn’t come in the mail yet but it better have his name spelled right! That was a different set of paperwork than the hospital stuff, which was registration and insurance billing and stuff.
Nooooooo…
At least in my state, when a child is adopted, a new birth certificate is issued, showing the adoptive parents as the natural parents, and changing the child’s last name to that of the adoptive parents…
You weren’t found by an Egyptian queen among the bullrushes, were you…?
Depends on the birth date. No bulrushes growing in Toronto in the winter. 
I [del]was born[/del] celebrate my birthday during the summer.
Could be a typo. My dad got a copy of my birth certificate when I was 10 years old or so (for tax purposes? Not sure) and was quite surprised to find that according to the State of Ohio, he was actually the parent of a 13-year-old. In other words, the birth certificate had my year of birth wrong by three years. Typo, probably. Dad filed an update to the certificate to get it corrected.
Anyway, it’s possible that something similar happened to you, or that the name was entered incorrectly or something along those lines.
This is the obvious answer!
But there’s another possibility: maybe it’s not the same hospital.
You say in the OP “this is the hospital I was born in”. Maybe the physical building is the same…but the hospital itself was defined differently a few decades ago.
What you know as,say, “Catholic Hospital” may have once housed three or four separate institutions, with separate funding and separate management (and separate archives). Perhaps there was “Saint Mary’s hospital for Women” in one wing, and “Saint Luke’s children’s hospital” in another wing, “St. Francis general hospital” in another wing, and “Saint Thomas mental hospital” in a separate building across the street.
(Hey, it’s just a wild-ass guess. In case it turns out that Darth Vader is not involved.)
No, the obvious answer is that his parents are deep-undercover moles for the Central Intelligence Agency. They were sent to Canada decades ago to establish themselves as Canadians and the Agency even faked the birth records of their child. In reality he was born in Maryland. Why would the CIA send moles to Canada, you ask? Well, they never really trusted their northern neighbor. The CIA actually spent more money spying on Ottawa than it ever spent on spying on Moscow or Beijing.
I was going to ask if you were born in January, but nevermind. I was born Jan. 7, 1967, when people were still used to writing 1966. Hospital bracelets, and all the paperwork was written by hand. My parents saved my bracelet and my mother’s, and my discharge papers. My mother’s hospital bracelet has her admitted in 1966, although her papers say 1967. My bracelet says 1967, but I was discharged in 1966. Fortunately, my birth certificate says 1967. I wouldn’t be surprised if the hospital, assuming they have the record still, or have it digitized, or on microfiche or something, have it filed or entered with the 1966 stuff.
I just got home and found my birth certificate. The date of birth is as expected, but it says, “Registered on Aug 15th”. Maybe that has something to do with it…?
That’s possible. It could also be the case that the building was sold to another hospital organization and thus the hospital of today is considered a separate organization, with the old organization taking its records to another facility it operates or sending them to an archive of some sort. This sort of thing happens a lot with other institutions - a Baptist church might sell an old building to the Episcopalians and build a newer church down the street, taking their baptismal, ordination, etc. records with them to the new building. So saying that your baptismal certificate is at the church at 355 Maple Avenue, Podunk isn’t enough - maybe it was at the Maple Avenue Baptist Church that used to be there, now that building is the Maple Avenue Episcopal Church and your certificate is at the NEW Maple Avenue Baptist Church at 566 Maple Avenue. This happens with schools too - there is (or was) a former Elementary School building here that was bought by a local college. The building was sort of odd for a college campus - the layout seemed awkward and if you went in to one of the bathrooms, half of the fixtures would be oddly low to the ground (for the little kids, obviously).
Revenue Canada makes the IRS look like pussies…
Do you have a belly button?
I stumbled on the hospital part when looking for mine. I know the name of the place, but when I searched for “Hospital” in “Town”, Google came up with nothing – and we all know that if it’s not on Google, it doesn’t actually exist.
(I’ve also had the experience of physically holding a book that was not listed anywhere on Amazon.com or Google Books, not even as rare and out of print. I’m just about one of the oldest people you’ll find who’s grown up with the idea that the internet contains the whole of human knowledge, so that was rather creepy. Even more so because it was written by a relative of mine! :eek:)
It turns out that instead of “Hospital, Town,” it’s now “Hospital, Nearby Town”. The campus is in the same physical location, sensibly close to where my parents were living at the time, but the boundaries have shifted over the intervening thirty-mumble years, changing the mailing address. Had to happen across a photo of the nuns who used to run the place to find out where Google Maps thinks it is now.
Our hospital papers also said “Baby Girl Spice”. Her last name isn’t even “Spice” (ie, she doesn’t have the same last name as me), she has my husband’s last name which is different than mine. When I went to turn in papers to add her to my insurance I realized i had nothing from the hospital with her name on it. They left the name on the hospital’s souvenir birth certificate blank, I had my husband scan it an fill it out.
Someone from medical records came by for the birth certificate, which did have her correct name, but she didn’t give me anything to take home.
So yeah, I could see it being a combination of blanks and misspellings on the hospital’s own paperwork.
Can I have your stuff?