A decade plus one ago, enroute to the hospital, breathing heavily and drugged for pain, history is about to be made and there's no turning back.
After three ER visits and, 'You can go home, it's not time yet', I scold, 'I'm NOT going to the hospital again and coming home empty-handed .'
Tests confirm lungs are fully developed at 37 weeks to breathe earth air...it's time to get the ball rolling, 'although one might need to be taken cesarian.'
We pray and believe.
Meds begin, time ticks away, yet the process only slows down. So, they stop the meds...
My doc has decided to head home and gets a call driving down the highway...
"Hurry, get your gown on sir and meet us in the operating room," nurse informs my love.
It's as though it happened yesterday.