....a year ago today, continued.... ...."She said what?" I stood in the kitchen, nearly doubled over with pain. Ken hung up the phone. "The nurse said to go straight to the hospital. Let's go." Ken grabbed my bags and we went outside. I was numb with disbelief. Was this it? No, probably not. Probably a false alarm. Everybody has at least one of those, right? I didn't even care that my hair was in a messy ponytail, that I was wearing the same sweatsuit I had on the day before, and that my makeup (what was left of it) was smudged and smeared. After all, I can jump into the shower when I get back home. I thought my preconceived notions were confirmed as I laid on the exam table an hour later, belts of monitors strapped all over my abdomen, all eyes watching the screen showing my contraction rates. Nurses and doctors swept in and out, watching, waiting. Dr. Hearn came in an introduced himself (no, I'd never met him before!) and began to watch t...
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