When my second son was born, right as I was ready to start pushing, there was a fire and the entire wing of the hospital complex we were in had to be evacuated. The frantic resident kept banging my gurney into walls and doorways as I was wheeled (yeah, with my legs spread…..) through hallway after hallway. My son was born in a surgical room with no equipment specific to maternity issues——-there was not even a scale to weigh him. Fortunately everything turned out OK.

When, the next day, I received an Oreo Twinpack “for my inconvenience” all I could think was WTF!