I love all those pictures but the first one brings me to such a visceral memory sort of place.

WS, I was confused until I caught up with Natter, then understood what dress you were speaking of...

I love all those pictures but the first one brings me to such a visceral memory sort of place.

Oh yeah. I try and forget that part and focus on the joy part. Dad's joy was totally contagious.

Those pictures are awesome. My friend Matt's second daughter was born in the parking lot of the birthing center.

Not exactly like you can tell the baby to just hang on a few more minutes, not like you would want to either. Doesn't seem like it would be very comfy in a car or wheelchair, but then again, not comfy anywhere. Wish I had done the water thing. That sounds better.

The birth I attended was long on hot tub, extremely short on delivery.

The midwife said that the mother could not get in the hot tub because her water had broken. I hope never to see the expression on her face on any other human ever. It was right out of Supernatural.

After an hour soaking, we really needed to get her upstairs. That was a bit of a trial, but she made it to the bathroom. Sat on the toilet for 5 minutes, in severe pain. We walked her six feet to the bed, to lie her down on her side...she sort of fell over and the baby was born as she was falling.

The cord was wrapped around the little boy's neck twice. The parents never knew until they saw my pictures.

I'm sure it's a major anomaly, but the mom never even took a Tylenol. Tough as nails that one.

My coworker gave birth to one of her kids in an ambulance on the side of the road. The ambulance just made it there. Or else it would have been just her and her husband in their car.

Not quite in the hall, but my mom gave birth to me 20 minutes after arriving at the hospital.

Her OB was quite complimentary abut her hips: "Mary, you were built to bear!"

One of my high school teachers delivered their third child in their VW Bug by the side of the road. He crouched on the outside with his wife's legs over his shoulders. he said he was surprised not one car stopped to see what was going on.

My niece, my sister's second child, managed to wait until they got to the hospital, but was born before the epidural could get there.

My parents were going to a party when my mother went into labor with me. Since in those days the father's only job was to pace in the waiting room, my mother said, "Oh, it will be hours yet. Go on to the party." I was born before they could get my mother into a room. She has frequently told me, "I had you by natural childbirth. They didn't have time to give me anything."