I'm not sure how recent it was. I know that my father was in the room when my mother gave birth to me - that was 30 years ago.
My father went throught that ordeal -- I was born on our kitched table.
It was a blessing from the Almighty for me.
Arrabgements had been made for my mother to give birth in a women's hospital across the Potomac in Washington, D.C. But, fortuantely for me, a severe snow storm hit, precluding that trip, and I was thus delivered on the kitchen table by my Dad.
Missed being a Damyankee by the width of the Potomac river and a snow storm. Praise Be!!!! An American by birth; a Virginina by the Grace of God.