| "Are you as scared as I am?" my sister-in-law Becky asked, and I was. We were facing each other, my wife lying between us in her hospital gown, each of us holding one of Lala's tightly chenched hands. Things were not going well. Lala had been checked in hours before, IV'd, induced and epiduralled, and had started the pushing process. We were getting nowhere. The head would emerge, scoot back, appear, then disappear, and although the doctor, nurse and pediatrician - who was standing by to siphon the meconium from the baby's mouth, nose and lungs - all said it was normal, I wondered what the hell the baby was doing. Could it really just be faking us out, playing peek-a-boo a dozen times in a row?
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