Yesterday the wife of a co-worker of my husband's had her first baby. Normally this would not be blog material for me, but the fact that she had it at home definitely is. (I'm shaking my head in disbelief even as I'm writing this...) First baby...midwife at home--I keep wondering if it all happened in the bathtub. Now I assume everything went swimmingly, with no complications, but WHAT IF IT HAD NOT??? Any number of things could have gone wrong, and then what do you do? Plus, who cleans up the mess?
So...back on track...first baby. She happened to be born on her father's birthday, and her father decided to celebrate the day (meaning her birth, not his birthday) by making Chateaubriand. Okay, so in one part of the house, a baby is being birthed, and in another, a tasty main course is being prepared... I wonder if he had some opera music cranked up to drown out any pesky screeches from the other room.
So...Chateaubriand and wine and cake. We were all invited over. Yes, hubby, the boys, and I were all invited over for cake and wine in the aftermath of the birth. We took a rain check. I don't know the baby's mama too well, but you can bet I'm going to find a way to ask all the weird questions.