I'm going down an elevator to a new stage of life. Nurses just told me that it's time to take my newborn daughter home. Great, I think, before my mind floods with all the things I could possibly mess up over the next forever. Let's just get through the car seat test.
As the elevator doors open, I run into a couple waiting to board. Sorry, I say, as I continue on. Then someone says my name. I look up and immediately recognize two of my co-workers. They're alone.
What are you doing here, I ask.
They tell me a story.