A Birth Day

Thirteen years ago, my belly resembled a basketball as I shivered and shook my way through the evening at a hospital in Tennessee.  I didn’t know any of the doctors or the nurses.  In fact, this was the first time I’d ever laid eyes on the maternity floor at this hospital despite the fact that I was almost eight months pregnant.  The only person I knew was my husband, who squeezed my hand on the way to the hospital as he took a wrong turn.  I was in premature labor, and four days previously we had  moved across the country … Continue reading A Birth Day