She put flour, you know, the kind you eat, all over her belly. L told me her baby had been feet first in the final months of pregnancy, but she didn’t want a c-section. So, using a comb, she brushed the flour in slow swoops, counter-clockwise. She felt the baby’s head lower a little bit. She kept brushing. Finally, the baby’s head was pointed down—success. The doctors asked her how did she do it! She held up one hand: with flour. The other: and a comb! They laughed, she didn’t have a cesarean section, and her baby has big eyes and a faux-hawk and a silly chortling giggle.