No Going Back

A little over ten years ago, I was huddled in bed, listening to a raging blizzard outside our Iowa homestead. The power was out, the snow was piling up, Evelyn and Jack were huddled in our bed to try and keep warm, the water froze, and at nine months and two weeks pregnant, I wondered if I'd have to give birth by candlelight in our bathtub. Mercifully, Claire hung on for one more day until the roads were cleared and I was able to make it to the hospital to be induced. She didn't come...