One year ago now, at roughly 4am, I was in the basement collecting somethings we would need at the hospital. I yelled up the stairs to Laura, "Alright, I'll be ready in a minute." I texted my boss who never seemed to sleep. "Laura is in labor. We are on our way to the hospital."
Why am I not surprised that I woke up today at three am. Maybe my body remembers those sleep deprieved moments with Laura, timing contractions and waiting with great anticipation and excitement to meet my daughter.
One year later, feeling ten years have passed, I am remembering Zoë and the prodromal labor that Laura endured. This day last year marked the first day of a 72 hour labor. Nothing I have ever seen in a movie made by Hollywood depicted labor how Zoë's birth really happened. We didn't drive 90 miles an hour nearly causing multiple accidents en route and involving a police chase/escort. I drove us to Umass Memorial going somewhere in the twenty mile per hour range. In fact, 395 had construction and was down to one driving lane. Who knew that there would be so much traffic at 3:30 am, all stuck behind the car with the pregnant lady. When a line of ten or so cars behind us honked their horns and probably cursed us, Laura asked me to drive even slower because I was already gong too fast...
One year later, three days of labor. I will remember those moments with my wife that ended with the most terrifying and blessed day of my life.
Why am I not surprised that I woke up today at three am. Maybe my body remembers those sleep deprieved moments with Laura, timing contractions and waiting with great anticipation and excitement to meet my daughter.
One year later, feeling ten years have passed, I am remembering Zoë and the prodromal labor that Laura endured. This day last year marked the first day of a 72 hour labor. Nothing I have ever seen in a movie made by Hollywood depicted labor how Zoë's birth really happened. We didn't drive 90 miles an hour nearly causing multiple accidents en route and involving a police chase/escort. I drove us to Umass Memorial going somewhere in the twenty mile per hour range. In fact, 395 had construction and was down to one driving lane. Who knew that there would be so much traffic at 3:30 am, all stuck behind the car with the pregnant lady. When a line of ten or so cars behind us honked their horns and probably cursed us, Laura asked me to drive even slower because I was already gong too fast...
One year later, three days of labor. I will remember those moments with my wife that ended with the most terrifying and blessed day of my life.
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