So, my landlord's wife had a baby in the basement last week.
I knew she was expecting sometime in April. My landlord had casually mentioned to me, "Oh, by the way, if you hear a lot of screaming one of these days, it's just my wife having the baby." They had decided to do the home birth thing, which surprised me since they don't seem like that kind of crunchy granola couple. Also, although I haven't seen the basement of this tiny duplex, I can't imagine it's ideal for birthing babies. It may be that his wife isn't eligible for hospital treatment since she only came to Canada a few months ago. I don't know the details.
I had been anxious about when and how it would happen. I was formulating a plan to crash at a 24 hour coffee shop if the wife was screaming in agony through the night because I didn't want to listen in. Late last Wednesday, as I was lying in bed unable to sleep, I suddenly heard the raw crying of a baby. A little girl had just been born downstairs. Can you believe it? And the mother hadn't made a sound. Pretty amazing...
Here's the welcome gift I knitted for the new baby girl. The cardigan was super-easy: the pattern can be found here.