Thursday, January 31, 2008

"Dude, where is our Instructor?"

Brook and I had a minor letdown tonight when we went to our birthing class. After waiting 40 minutes for our class to start and repeated calls to the front desk by a custodian, we were informed by a nurse that our teacher was a no show. To make it up to us in the class, she passed around a piece of paper and had us write down our names and numbers, promising us that when the time came for us to go into labor, we would have priority for the private rooms. The class was then taken up to Labor/Delivery for a tour of the rooms and to answer any questions we had. Because our class ended early, Brook and I were able to go get our stroller (with a portion of the newly aquired funds from the sale of Brook's car). The following pictures depict me putting the stroller together (it was a piece of cake) and the final product.




2 comments:

Anonymous said...

super cute and exciting. At least you found a way to be productive tonight.

Anonymous said...

Way to go David !!! "When life gives you lemons, make lemonade!" Good job on the stroller.