“Why do you want to go to Lamaze?” Stella asks. “I thought we were going to plan a C-section.”
The bell rings over the door of The Grind, and we both glance over to see Amy from the Twisted Stem come in and head to the counter.
I turn my attention back to Stella. “Did you even listen to my birthing plan? I want to try natural birth.”
“Of course, of course. But you’re having twins. That means a C-section.”
“What? Women did it for years. There’s no reason I can’t.”
She’s silent for a moment, which is so Stella—she wants to make sure she words whatever’s going to come out of her mouth correctly. “Do you know how many complications happened back then?”
“Come on, modern medicine has come around.” I stir my tea, which turns out is no substitute for my coffee addiction.
“True, and C-sectio
