My wife Angela and I live less than two miles from the hospital where she was slated to give birth so when she started complaining of her first potentially real contractions late last night we weren’t too rushed to get to the emergency room.
Within a few hours overnight, my wife’s contractions got progressively worse to the point that when I finally decided to rush her to the hospital the pain was paralyzingly severe. My wife didn’t want to move.
“It’s too late! I’m in full labor. Call 911! The ambulance has to come get me!”
My kids were now awake and I was totally frazzled.
“It will be quicker for me to get you to the hospital than for the paramedics to get here,” I told her. “Just hold on a little bit longer!” (more…)