I’m the kind of person who could read birth stories all day long. They are all different, incredible, and have the most magnificent ending. So of course, OF COURSE I had to write my own — all in excruciating detail. Emphasis on excruciating. And detail.
(I never wrote David’s birth story, but I keep meaning to string all my hazy memories together before I forget it altogether and start saying things like “Well I don’t know what these women are complaining about, my labor was simply a delight!”)