How giving birth to my first child proved to be my most terrifying – and rewarding – French exam.
When I checked into the sea-side Santa Maria Clinic in Nice, France in January, pregnant with my first baby and having sprung a leak, I was a little afraid of the long, French-speaking night I had ahead of me.
I was, however, well prepared: My bags had been packed meticulously, I’d memorized all of the French hospital words I could find on the internet (epidural = la péridurale)…

