With each contraction, I became more aware of the urgency building inside me. I called out for Michelle, my voice a mix of panic and exhilaration. “It’s time!”
She rushed into the room, her hair tousled, eyes wide. “Oh, Mom! Are you serious?”
“I think so! We need to go!”
Eventually, the car ride to the hospital morphed into a blur of wavering lights and muffled sounds. I focused on my breathing, counting through each contraction. I could do this. I had always wanted this, and now it was happening.
