Two Lawyers Bringing Up One Baby, Six Minutes at a Time
It all started with a fire. A flood followed, perhaps foreshadowing a rush of water of a very different kind. Over and over again, I found myself telling the story of the birth of my daughter. The story flows out, in drips and dribbles at first: a pause, a sigh, and a hint at a…
“I think my water broke.” I told my husband one chilly morning early in my third trimester. I knew the signs because I had grown up hearing stories about how my mother’s water broke a few weeks early when she had me. Baby Me made a dramatic entry in to the world, and everyone was…