We Interrupt This Biscuit for a Very Important Phone Call!

To get from the women's center to the cafeteria, you have to go up one floor and walk all the way across the hospital (five halls, six corners, don't trip over the orderly...) to finally reach the Golden Arches. Finally there, I'm able to join the throngs of Ray Croc's faithful followers in demanding the yummiest of yummies.

And... I... did.

I don't mind telling you, I demanded yummies. I got my yummies. I sat down and promptly inhaled my fried potato-product-puck, guggled my orange juice not from concentrate, and concentrated my attention on a heart attack in a biscuit. Mmmm... tasty! Yes, I'm lovin' it.

All that until the "Twilight Zone" theme tickles my bluetooth earpiece to tell me a phone call was coming in. My dear bride, from the comfort of her oxygen mask, echoes "Honey, now."

MAD DASH!!!!

"Don't trip over the orderlies... scoot past the nice lady wheeling her oxygen tank down the hall, turn corner 1, corner 2, slide past the slow-pokes whose wives are not about to spill a newborn on the bed, hall, corner, hall, corner, hallllll, haul to the elevator... Down? CRAP! Which floor am I on? Got it, SCUUUZE ME!!! Comin' through!!!"

But, I calm, and when I arrive in the room, the bustling nurses are in motion, but also calm. LaShonda, our nurse (who gets off at 11:00) says "I think we're going to have this baby on my watch."

"LaShonda, where's she at, 5cm?"
"Ten."
"Are you kidding me? I go get a biscuit, and she goes from 2 to 10 in like... 90 minutes?!"

The Doc is on the phone...
We'll be seeing him, and Presleigh, sooner than later.