What would my husband be like if he ever had skin to skin as a newborn?

So, lately at work we have been big advocates of a beautiful bonding process called skin to skin. It's a lovely thing, watching those babies snuggle up close to the sweaty, sticky skin of their exhausted mothers chests.  It erases the pain of five days of hard work during which time they've eaten fourteen chicken salad sandwiches and watched countless episodes of Full House. I've started to wonder what it was like for us as newborns back in the 1960's. For example, my husband is one of those amorous guys who loves to snuggle (likely wishing it was not always just with me). You can be sure, that back in 1963, there was no skin to skin being practiced at St. Margaret's Hospital. He was most likely, probably before the umbilical cord was clamped and definitely while it was still pulsating, carted off to a warehouse stuffed with row after row of Catholic infants, who may not have even been wearing id bands. Three days later, when his poor mother came to from her spinal ether succinylcholine coma, she was probably forbidden to hold him because he would become spoiled. He was most likely given evaporated milk mixed with Karo syrup by some frustrated old nun and discharged on day 8 after spending a total of 5 minutes with his new parents. Let me say, it hasn't affected his bonding with her one bit. He checks on her every day, visits three times a week and rarely says no to a Sunday pasta dinner. I'm glad he didn't have skin to skin, or he'd be getting his mail delivered to her house...