So Scott and I went the wonderful store today where you can get baby gear AND nursing bras and I got re-fitted for mine.
At the register, I ran into a woman whom I recognized from prenatal yoga. Her bundle was in her snap-and-go, just like mine. We chatted a bit about birth dates and then she said, “So I guess you heard my birth story?”
“Karen told it in yoga class.” Small subconversation where we establish that since she hasn’t gone back yet herself (she has an older child, it’s hard to find the time) and I just started back to yoga this week, I wouldn’t have heard it. So she fills me in, because (hello?) how weird that someone else told her birth story for her. I don’t know who Karen is either, but that’s not terribly relevant.
She explains, “I arrived at Alta Bates in labor. I walked in, and gave birth in the lobby, standing up. My husband caught the baby.”
I’ve heard that second babies are easier, but still… wow!