On the birth of my daughter and running red lights

Such a cliché, the wake-in-the-middle-of-the-night-and-rush-to-the-hospital-because-holy-mother-in-heaven-this-baby-is-coming, but there we were, early Thursday morning, 1:30 a.m. At first we thought we had more time than we did. (Doesn't everybody? Isn't that the story of our very lives?) But soon the contractions were coming more frequently, and Stamford Hospital was about 20 minutes away, and we were tossing [...]