It's pretty intense and it's 103 degrees

We recently heard from a good friend from college who apologized for being out of touch since Mika was born. While such uncaring disregard for our beautiful little girl would normally result in automatic dismissal from our "A List" of friends, she had a good excuse: she was delivering babies in Honduras. What's so special about that, you say? Well, it seems that the labor and delivery process in Honduras is just a tad bit more intense than here in the states...

According to our friend (who has mastered the art of understatement): "The women have to labor outside until they climb up onto the delivery table and push out the baby. It's pretty intense and it's 103 degrees."

I guess we'll stop complaining about how long it took the hospital's catering service to deliver our swordfish fillets to our hospital room as Yuki prepared for labor. Or that the in-room cable only had 45 channels (compared with the 375 we had at home). Or that we didn't have one of the new flat screen TVs we saw in the other delivery rooms. Yeah, we should probably stop complaining about that.