Well, in Buenos Aires, on a rainy, full-moon night, I was turned down not by one, not two but THREE clinics! They told me they were full and had no beds left. After all - the nurse at the first hospital remarked - I was booked for the week after. Say what? Tell that to my baby who seems to differ in opinion of timing.
Had this been my home country Switzerland, I would have been seriously worried, but Argentineans are descendants of Neapolitans and Gallegos, in other words, they know how to improvise. It was with this faith that I plonked myself on a chair in the third clinic and announced I was not going anywhere else and that the baby was on its way! Deal with it!
This is how Expat boy came into our world. 15 years ago today! I might have shared my Midwife with three other girls (the poor lady kept on running from one patient to the next to give us an extra push), I spent most of the night on a hospital bed in the corridor due to lack of space but I was the happiest person in the world. My little porteño was healthy and gorgeous.
They say he looks just like his Mummy. Happy Birthday my love!