We had to call our friends to pick her up, because Steve needed to be with me. They had never met my mother, and we had no way of letting her know. This was before cell phones. They left to meet her, armed only with a picture. Eventually they found her and made it to the hospital while I was still in labor.
I do remember we stopped on the opposite side of the road to hop out, run across the footbridge and get into our car. This made it almost impossible for anyone to follow us. But I don’t remember actually getting into the car, though of course we did!
About five years ago on my old blog I had a series called Memoir Monday, where I shared snippets from my life. My plan is to revise them and share here either weekly or every other week. I’m calling the series Tell a Memory Tuesday. […]