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Sweet Baby Moses

Awful. Laboring in the car is awful. Bub was as tender as he could be on our dirt road, but each little divot still felt like a cattle prod to my pelvis. Our Chevy rolled down 82nd with me in the reclined passenger seat surrounded by pillows. I was running on toast and Target snacks after laboring all night and early morning and though I was glad to be out of my house, I was already praying to be out of the car. I shoved a fruit leather into my mouth. Shoot, here comes another contraction…chew, swallow, and “Hooohhhhhh…” at least I was a pro at moaning by now. When we...