My Family Told Me To Call A Cab When Labor Started Then Came Asking To See The Baby

beneath my chair spoke for all of us.

My water had broken.

I looked directly at my parents, feeling oddly calm now that the ambiguity had ended.

“I’m in labor. I need to get to the hospital.”

For one brief moment, I expected them to react with the urgency that seemed appropriate. To stand. To move. To help. To call an ambulance or grab their keys or do continue reading …