Because pure cynicism constantly runs through my veins, I guessed that Seth Meyers hired actors to play firefighters and had set designers do a hospital delivery room up as an apartment building lobby just so that he could have a crazy story to tell about the birth of his second kid. But I don’t think that anymore, because that is the genuine look of a woman who’s thinking, “A human baby was just pulled out of my body on the damn floor of a damn apartment building lobby and you think this is a good time for a motherfucking selfie, you bastard.”
Surprisingly enough, Seth survived that selfie and told the tale of his wife, human rights attorney, Alexi Ashe, birthing out their newest son far away from a hospital delivery room. On Late Night last night, Seth said the birth of their first son, 2-year-old Ashe Meyers, happened real quick, and Alexi nearly fucked up her Uber rating by giving birth in one. But they made it to the hospital with 20 minutes to spare. Their second son, who was born on Sunday, beat that record.
Alexi went into labor on Sunday, and as they were making their way from the elevator of their apartment building to the Uber that Seth called, their baby decided to pop on out. Seth says it happened so fast that his conversation with the 911 operator went like this: “We’re about to have a baby. We’re having a baby. We had a baby.” Every woman who has had a 12+ hour labor just put “Alexi Ashe” at the top of their “I Hate You” list.
Seth and Alexi named their second son, Axel Strahl Meyers. The “Strahl” came from Alexi’s grandparents who were Holocaust survivors.
If you didn’t see that clip, Seth delivered a fuck you to Uber for charging him for the ride they never took. A rep for Uber claims they’ve refunded him.
Seth said that all of his neighbors were nice about the whole thing, and even offered up warm towels fresh from the dryer. I swear, rich people buildings in NYC are a different place than non-rich people buildings in NYC. Once when I lived in NYC, I was taking my sick dog to the vet and as I made way out of my building, he barfed in my arms and some of his pooch barf landed on the dirty floor. As this happened, a neighbor was coming into the building (he was probably getting back from kicking puppies for fun at a kill shelter), and said to me, “That’s going to get cleaned up, right?” Like that! One of the only living things who truly cares about me (“Who told you that?” – my dog) was almost dying and that ingrown ass crack hair of a neighbor only cared about a little spot of barf landing on some 100-year-old tiles that were definitely covered with layers of shit dust (from a rat, human, roach, etc…), jizz dust (from a rat, human, roach, etc…) and blood dust (from a rat, human, roach etc…).
So if Alexi gave birth in the lobby area of my old building, my old neighbor would’ve definitely handed 1-second-old Axel a mop and told the baby to get to work cleaning his birth gunk off the floor or the landlord. will. be. called.