<p>Ah, birthing stories…the tie that binds the sisterhood everywhere!</p>
<p>I was in labor for 18 hours, but it was the annoying, disruptive to general activity, but not painful variety. Of course, it started at midnight, so sleep was not an option. After a day of this, I called my midwife to ask her what I should do, since I was more concerned about a second sleepless night than the unreal prospect of birth. She suggested I come to the hospital so she could “poke around a bit” and see if she could prescribe something to help me sleep.</p>
<p>I told my husband, and he asked if we could wait until the movie we were watching was over. I didn’t see a problem with this…at that moment…but halfway through the movie, I started hard labor. I again suggested to my husband that we needed to leave, but he kept saying, “The movie is almost over…just a few more minutes.”</p>
<p>As the closing credits were rolling, I finally just yelled, “Now, d*** it!”
We arrived at the hospital, and our daughter was born 15 minutes later.</p>
<p>The movie, which by virtue of its cinematic excellence, almost led to a home birth? “Harry and the Hendersons”…</p>