(This happened in 2014, when I was delivering my daughter prematurely. My parents had only just found out that I had the baby. My mother is also a nurse.)
Mom: *calls the hospital the first time* (husband’s name) what’s going on!?
Husband: (My name) had the baby.
Mom: WHAT?! *finishes talking to my husband and gets ready to leave* …
Dad: What’s wrong?
Mom:…She can’t have had the baby.
Sister: She did mom.
Mom: *calls the hospital back* Hi, this is (mother’s name), I’m calling to check on my daughter and her daughter, are they ok?
Nurse 1: Well they’re alive. *click*
Dad: (sister’s name) go out to the car…
(After this, my parents and sister raced down to the hospital where I’ve delivered, and they entered the ward.)
Nurse 1: Can I help you?
Mom: *wearing her scrubs* Yeah, I’m (my name)’s mother.
Nurse 1: *goes stark white*
Nurse 2:…Oh…oh my god…did you yell at someone else’s mother!? I’m so sorry miss, your daughter is ok, they’ve delivered the baby, both are doing well.
Nurse 1: …Her room is over there.
(My mother walked to the room only to find blood EVERYWHERE. She promptly fainted in the door way. My dad had to catch her, and my sister wound up seeing the room before the second nurse realized that the first directed them there. She ended up doing damage control. Mom reported the nurse.)