Dennis had only been at work for a couple of hours when I called him home to get me to the hospital. He rushed home and I got ready to go, in between contractions. 5-6 minutes to finish packing, change David’s diaper, grab my camera, put on my shoes. He got home and we headed right out the door to drive 2 miles to our friend’s house to drop David off.
This was intense, this time. Not slow, not taking all day like the first time had been. Acceleration wasn’t just under Dennis’s foot. He took David inside Cath’s house and paused to say a few things. I hit the horn, and Cath said, “Dennis, if she’s honking, you’d better hurry up!” We rushed towards the hospital and well, kind of mixed the veering off turn from Route 1 to the Schuylkill to City Line Ave. (We had changed to Booth Maternity Hospital and midwives, after not liking our first experience too well.) It was 2:30 a.m. and we overshot the veer-off. Dennis asked if I thought we should back up on the road or keep going to the next exit. I said to back up, because I didn’t think it was going to be very long. I felt a stab of terror as he slowly, carefully backed up in the traffic lane – where there was NO traffic at 2:30 a.m., but still, it was a scary thing. We zoomed down City Line Ave and parked and he walked me in. I said, “if Barb Leigh can do this five times, I can do it twice.” Later on when I told my friend Barb about it she asked, “so, did that make you feel better?” I said, “no, it just made me wish that you were there that day doing it also!” http://www.womencarepa.org/faq.asp
29 minutes later, with Dee Albert as midwife, our second child was born. Her head poked out and before she was completely out, she began to cry – the midwives commented on the fact. They had asked the names we had chosen, and a few moments later they said, “it’s a Julie!”
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