The part I left out of the birth story:
When we arrived at the hospital, the calm nurse who led us to our room looked at Matt and said “where do I know you from?” (Matt is much more recognizable than I am. I am a regular looking brunette person of average height.) Matt looked at me and I looked back at him, wanting him to answer. So he told her “we were here last year when we lost a little baby.” The nurse then remembered us perfectly and gave us both hugs. We were in the same room. Right after this, I went into the bathroom by myself to change and broke down into tears for a minute or two. Then I kind of pushed all those feelings aside for the time being because I had work to do.
While I was getting into bed and getting hooked up to the monitors, the nurse was telling me that she remembered it perfectly now. She said “I was standing there and he (Matt) was standing there.” And she was right, that is exactly how Luke was born. She said that she’d move me into a new room as soon as she could, since she figured I wouldn’t want to be in the same room. I told her that I didn’t mind, that it didn’t bother me, and I wouldn’t mind having a happier memory in the same room. (Also, ahem, it’s the big room of all of the labor and delivery rooms.) It ended up not being possible anyway, since I delivered so quickly, none of the other rooms were available yet.
So Luke and Ryan were born in the same bed. And there have been any number of times that I have stopped myself from calling Ryan by the wrong name, calling him Luke…