What they don't share in "A Baby Story."

Two quick birth related stories.

1. While we were in the hospital, my mother-in-law and grandmother-in-law were kind enough to help us around the house. She had our house key, but not our garage key.  I gave her my copy of the key and returned to the hospital.  A few hours later, she called to let me know that she had thrown away our house key and locked herself out of our house. She asked, very apologetically, if I could come back to let her in the house. Unfortunately, that would have required me to face Boston rush-hour traffic out of the city, and Fenway World Series traffic coming back. Say, 6 hours of hell on wheels.  Since nobody else with the key were available, she had to go to the local hardware store to get a referral for a locksmith, who was able to break-in to our house in about 15 minutes.

2. My wonderful father, who is helping me put together the baby's room, needed to borrow

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car. The morning he was supposed to drive in from my brother's house, he called to inform me that the car had been stolen. I had to drive into Jamaica Plain to the police station to make a report. Boy was I surprised when they told me that the car had been towed because it had been blocking a driveway. Three hours and a trip to a tow yard later, we had the car.

Nobody told us that parenting would be like this