When I was nearing term with my second baby, I was also recurring on an ABC show called Speechless — go find it if you can, it’s such a warm-hearted and funny show. My agent called days before I went into labor, asking if I’d had the baby yet because they wanted my character on another episode.

Did I panic? … a little. But luckily, my usual way of panicking includes planning my ass off. So I started researching how I could hold my body together while being on set in those first few days after giving birth. I reached out to our sitter about coming with me to set so I could dip back to my trailer to nurse my days-old baby.

And when I went into labor, my agent was on the list of people I texted. How insane does that sound?

Many hours of labor later, I’m holding my newborn son on my chest. “The baby is here!” I text my agent. And apart from all the love and congratulations I get back from her, you know what else I hear?

“They decided they don’t need your character this episode. Next time.”

Facepalm.

This job! What can you do but laugh? And snuggle the beautiful new human in my life.