The voice I don't want to hear at 3am in the middle of a snowstorm

is that of one of the nurse midwives, telling me that there is to be a stat c-section in the next few minutes.

To paint the picture for you ... It has been snowing for the last 10 hours, adding to snow and ice already on the road. My car decided that it didn't want to start again the previous morning and was boarding at the mechanic. Miguel's car is so special that no one makes chains to fit the tires. So, that means one car between us with no traction device and I need to get to the hospital now. Add to this when we get out to the car, I come to find out that Miguel doesn't even have a window scraper. Luckily my woolen mittens do a fine job of getting rid of the ice and snow; we make it down the hill without difficulty; the baby comes out beautifully and doesn't need any intervention; we make it back home without slip-sliding away. Thank goodness the baby was okay since the helicopter couldn't fly in this weather if the baby were to need to go to Seattle and the ALS (advanced life support) ambulance was out tending to someone else.