Bracing for the moment of truth in the delivery room
By JD Lasica
BabyCenter managing editor
Ireach the top of the landing at 12:57 a.m., after an especially long workday, and open our bedroom door. “How’d you like to have a baby today?” my wife says.
My heart flutters. Mary is six days past her due date, and friends and neighbors have been showering us with advice about how to induce labor. (I’ll cop to this: Last weekend I drove my more-than-ready wife over a dozen speed bumps in an effort to speed things up. Still, we have our standards, and we’ve resisted the old hike-her-up-on-the-washing-machine-during-spin-cycle routine.) I’ve heard so many old wives’ tales about how to pop this kid out of the oven that I nearly forgot the cardinal rule of childbirth: Babies arrive when they want to.