All’s Well
It’s just sleep. We will catch up. Mary woke me about 3:00 AM yesterday, saying she’d had a couple of contractions, but they were nothing. We decided she should call Triage to report, then we went back to sleep. I thought I heard her call me about 5:45. She was awake, having showered, and having some discomfort. I jumped into the shower, then dressed. By 6:00, her water broke, and we were hustling Bella and Remi to car. No time to speak to neighbor Lisa who came out to wish Mary well. Slowing down to throw kids out at Sarah’s, I used my race driving skills to hustle to hospital, while Mary yelled which lane, relatively speaking, was smoother. Hitting bumps at speed did not help her discomfort. I careened into the emergency lane at Naval Hospital, ran (if one could call it that) to the door, where a person was already ready grabbing a wheelchair. Mary was able to get out of car between contractions and was wheeled away. By the time I parked, hustled to the elevator, rode to the third fl...