I gave birth and I didn’t even get a good story out of it


When Seth Meyers told the dramatic tale of his second son’s birth last week — his wife Alexi Ashe delivered in the lobby of their NYC apartment building — I felt the required levels of awe and “aww!” Plus, if I’m honest, some background level envy. Because my two kids’ births, while they were a pretty big deal for me and my husband, didn’t really give us much material. I mean, we were in shock that we’d produced a person and could barely form words, but our birthing stories were a snooze-fest — a calm sea of epidurals, averages, and, “Yep, that’s what the book said would happen.”

While I’m extremely grateful that nothing much went wrong, part of me thinks a romping great twist would have been cool. Nothing medical, mind you. And not, “Uh-oh, two heads!” or, “Is that a human foot?” But, oh — to give birth in the bustling lobby of your building while the fire department looks on and then, to top it off, one of New York’s bravest cuts the cord. Now THAT’S a great icebreaker.

So many people I know dined out, and probably still do, on their kid’s grand entrance. There was the mom in my birthing group who labored for weeks without pain meds; the baby’s head was basically a watermelon. I also know more than one woman who gave birth up against a hospital vending machine. And while having someone fall out of your body as you cling to a contraption that provides junk food to exhausted medics is distinctly less glamorous than speedily dilating on what I’m sure was a very nice towel in a very nice co-op building foyer, I think I could have spun it into something awesome. Instead, the best tale I could tell while lying in …read more

Source:: The Week – Lifestyle

      

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