At family dinner, i said: “i’m about to give birth…

mirror. pale, scared, alone. “Yes,” I said. “Drive safe. I love you. I’m coming.” He hung up. I stood there for a moment. Then I called the one person who was supposed to be there for me. I called my mother.

It was 9:47 p.m. when I made the call. I was in my car in our driveway, Southeast Portland. The engine was running. Contractions were 4 minutes continue reading …