Megan called me in the evening to tell me she was in labor. I drove from New York to Massachusetts, flying on adrenaline, and got to the hospital at 1:00 in the morning. I saw a baby in a bassinet and my heart dropped – I was sure I’d missed the delivery. But a nurse told me I hadn’t, and walked me to a dark, peaceful room where Megan was in labor, assisted by her mother, her husband T.J., a midwife, nurse, doula and two friends.
Megan is a nurse in the emergency room of the hospital where she had her baby, as are the two friends who attended the birth. She labored through the night and delivered Annalia, her first child, at 9:00 in the morning. I was honored to welcome her.
