We arrived at Auburn Valley Medical Center at 7 pm.
The nurse attached a heart monitor to Kim’s belly.
The soothing sounds of our baby boy’s heart beat emanated throughout the room. Thump thump…thump thump…thump thump.
Although this is the fifth time for both of us, moments are tense, and I’m still not entirely certain what I should do so I pull a chair close to Kim’s bed and rub her feet.
And suddenly it’s chaos.
We are moved to larger room, machines are rolled out and instruments unveiled. Voices become louder and within minutes people in uniforms are pacing around the room.
Someone who seems to know what she’s doing yells out, “You can do it!”
“No, I can’t!” Kim replies.
But this isn’t the time for negotiation because he’s coming. He’s coming right now. And the doctor who is stretching gloves over her hands had better show a little hustle.
“If you want to deliver this baby you had better get over here RIGHT NOW!” she implores.
In a flurry of coaching and groaning and maybe some yelling, Kim squeezed my hand and suddenly a baby boy was born just after 9:30 pm.
I stood next to Kim, amazed at what I just witnessed trying like crazy not to let the doctor see the tears of joy streaming down my face.