March 18, 2002 12:00 PM

Coleman Laffoon wanted to make a good first impression. So when his wife, Anne Heche, began feeling contractions on the afternoon of March 1, the cameraman slipped on a green T-shirt emblazoned with the words “Health” and “Life” before driving her to Cedars-Sinai Medical Center in L.A. “He loved the good vibrations that it evoked,” says his dad, Polk Laffoon. “He couldn’t wait to become a father.”

He didn’t have too long a delay. At 2 a.m. on March 2, Heche, 32, and Laffoon, 28, welcomed a son: 7-lb. Homer Heche Laffoon—named after Coleman’s nickname for his storytelling grandmother Emily, 76. “It was a very calm and joyous delivery,” says Polk, 56, a newspaper executive who made it to the hospital with wife Anne, 53, just in time. The next day the new family returned to their three-bedroom L.A. penthouse, where Homer was tucked into a wooden cradle in the nursery. (The headboard from his dad’s crib has been mounted on the wall.)

Conspicuously absent were Heche’s Chicago-based clan: mother Nancy, 64, and sisters Abigail, 35, and Susan, 44. Heche hasn’t contacted her family since the publication last fall of her memoir Call Me Crazy, in which she accused her late father, Donald, of sexual abuse, told of a 31-year struggle with mental illness and recounted her ’00 split from Ellen DeGeneres—all of which she now seems ready to put behind her. “My goal,” she said recently, “is to be a boring mommy and a boring wife.”

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