Dc1 - am in labour, baby is imminent, midwife says to dh "can you get a vest, babygrow and nappy ready please". Dh looks in bag we've brought to hospital, can't find anything. He asks me where baby stuff is. "What baby stuff?" "The baby's things, you know". "Um, I haven't brought anything with me". "What do you mean you haven't brought anything, you're having a baby, what did you think the baby was going to do, come out fully dressed?" Dh and I begin to argue before midwife (who, to this day, I know was on his side) took pity on this ignorant fool who knew nothing about babies and sent dh off home to get some baby things. I hadn't brought anything for the baby with me at all cos I'd read somewhere (I am nearly positive) that the hospital provided everything . Gosh, how ignorant naive was I? Nearly 18 years later I still haven't lived that one down ....
Dc4 - my mother had broken her arm. Coincided with school holidays so thought I would go and stay and help her out (not sure how much help I thought I'd be with 3 children in tow and 36 week old bump, but the intention was there). Arrived at mother's on Monday. Tuesday morning woke up in labour (knew the feeling well by now, also knew my labours didn't tend to last long). Step-father does Starsky and Hutch drive to hosp (quite impressive for an habitual 30 mph middle lane cruiser). Fall out of the car into waiting wheelchair, midwife strides off, mother rushes behind. Get to delivery suite, am upset cos Dh won't be there and also dc4 was meant to be delivered by my lovely friend - obviously not going to happen now. But console myself with "never mind, Mum is here, it will be lovely for her, great bonding experience etc etc. Actually, where is Mum?"
Midwife says "She just met someone she knew in the corridor". Mother arrives just then, I sigh in relief, delivery suite doors burst open, woman rushes in, embraces mother, long conversation ensues - and basically this process is repeated throughout the whole time it took for dc4 to enter the world.
The hospital was one where mother had spent most of her nursing career, and word must have spread that Sister xxx was on the premises. Delivery suite was like Picadilly Circus, with everyone ignoring me completely, except thankfully for lovely midwife who'd never heard of bloody Sister xxx. Mother missed the whole lot. She did have some lovely chats with old friends though.