When it comes to childbirth, the movies and TV are full of lies. In fiction, the mother’s water breaks, and the baby is born in the back of a cab, on an elevator, in an apartment, long before the ambulance arrives and typically before the final commercial. In real life, it takes much longer. My wife’s water broke at about 12 noon today. It is now a little after 10 PM and we’re still waiting for the little bundle of joy to make her grand appearance.
Our first child didn’t show up until a little under 36 hours of labor. I pray to all things chiropractic that our next little girl doesn’t take anywhere near that long–unless I want to spend the next 18 years sleeping on the couch. We’re almost a third of the way there, so I may be in trouble.
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