This tradition is so important to my grandpa that there hasn't been one year that has been missed.
My dad's oldest sister was born on Christmas Day in 1954. At about 3:30 in the morning my grandparents left for the hospital. They told me that "in those days" the husband had to go to a competely different floor in the hospital and wait for the baby to be born.
As my grandpa was sitting there by himself waiting for my aunt to be born he thought to himself "we'll if I just have to wait here for hours by myself and I can't even be in the delivery room, I might as well go home and eat some waffles..." So, while my grandma was in labor with their first child my grandpa left the hospital to heat waffles with his parents and siblings.
As everyone sat down at the table to eat waffles my grandpa's older sister asked "Well where's Jenille?" My grandpa replied "She at the hospital having a baby..." His sister yelled at him and told him to get his butt back to the hospital! By the time grandpa got back to the hospital my grandma had given birth to their daughter. They had been looking for him for a while when he finally showed up.
So, as you can see, sometimes there is nothing that can keep you from breaking family traditions!
(Oh by the way, my grandma has NEVER forgotten or forgiven him for leaving her that day at the hospital! Haha)