Babies are a joy, but not one that eases politely into the world. They barge right in on their own time — 3 a.m., during snowstorms, in the middle of dinner, with scrubs falling off and one glove not yet on.
No one knows that better than Lander’s retired “baby catcher,” Helen LaRose. Spend any time around the retired midwife and you’re bound to hear at least one story about a baby.
Stay, and you’re more likely to hear two or three…