*I have full permission to tell this story.
I walked upstairs the other morning to find Erin hanging up the phone from a longish call. She was weeping.
Me: What's wrong?
Her: (sob) It's nothing. (sob)
Me: Come on.. who were you talking to?
Her: The lady at the (sob) health department.
Me: Oh.. did she give you a hard time over the health card number?
I should interject to say we had a home birth with a midwife in a province that is only now in the early stages of recognizing midwifery. We've had to do things like getting a health card, birth certificate, etc ourselves.
Her: No. (sob) She gave it to me.
Me: Then, what's wrong?
Her: (blows nose) It's just... she was so nice!! (sob)