June 1995, Max and I were holed up at a hotel near the hospital I was to give birth to Igor at. Igor was my 7th child and I was sure he would come out like a speeding rocket, so we booked a hotel and waited…and waited…and waited. After his hair and fingernails were customized, he decided it was okay to make his entrance! It was a grueling, all day affair. When I was finally near delivery, guess what? He was too big. A 9 pounder!!! After 3 hours of attempting delivery the doctor came in for a C-section. This must have kicked Igor in the butt, as he promptly decided it was time.
I remember after he was born, I asked the nurse if I could stay an extra night. She sternly looked at me and said “We aren’t a hotel!” Ok, I could take a hint. Grab the baby and get out!
Class dismissed……