What I’ve Learned from My Accidental Home Birth

 

“Okay Bae. Let’s go.” he said.

We knew it was time to wake up our older children and leave for the hospital. So my husband had just returned from loading our sleepy children into the van.

But I couldn’t move.

“Should I call 911?” he asked as calmly as he could.

I felt like I was watching a movie.

I had labored for a couple of hours and clocked what I thought were impossibly close contractions coming one right after another, when I realized, we would never make it.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” I...