A Parking Lot Birth Story
Category: PARENTING
I held onto the wall and the banister as I slowly made my way down the stairs. I held onto my very worried-looking mother as I walked out of the front door. Then I held onto the porch railing as another contraction rocked through me. My only thought was: Must get to car.
By Lea Lion, Contributor
L.A.-based Journalist, 2013-03-28