Once Upon a Delivery Room
It was a dark and stormy night. I was being a real handful, angrily quizzing my husband about exactly where the on-call anesthesiologist lived, and how long it would take him to get to the hospital to give me my epidural ALREADY! And how much, to the minute, he would be slowed down by the nasty February weather. My poor husband. It really was a dark and stormy night. When we tell our boys the story of their arrival, we get to indulge in a little drama. It was well into the evening, and a nasty sleet-snow was falling…
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