The first time I ever asked “Wait, what?” was moments before my son, Will, was born.
My wife, Katie, and I thought we had the whole labor and delivery thing figured out, even though we were first-time parents. We went to birthing classes; we practiced breathing; we watched videos. When the moment came, and Katie’s water broke on the morning of February 25, 1996, we knew we were ready.
We checked into the Lenox Hill hospital in New York City and were taken to a labor and delivery room, which was decorated like a room in a Marriott Hotel. The idea, I believe, was to replicate a home delivery in the hospital, assuming your home was decorated like a Marriott. Because this was her first time, Katie had no real idea whether she was in active labor or not. She had some mild pains, but the veteran nurses were not impressed. As we walked around the hospital, hoping to speed the process, with Katie mostly smiling and occasionally wincing, one older nurse told her, in classic New York fashion: “Honey, you know what you need? A real contraction.”
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