Twenty five

Note: I meant to post this Sunday. So it's a day off :)

Twenty-five years ago, a 30-year-old woman came home in the afternoon after being on her feet on a concrete floor all day. She was a couple of weeks away from her due date, and had been helping her family butcher meat all day. 

She was exhausted. She told her husband this. He told her to lie down - after all, she was due in only a couple of weeks. She said OK. 

Later that afternoon, she didn't feel well and had a feeling the baby may be on the way. She called her husband again - he was out delivering meat. He told her again just to rest. 

The weather was getting bad, and her brother-in-law's birthday party was that evening. She decided to take her son, 3, to her mother-in-laws for the party and then come home. But things progressed ... and she got ready to go to the hospital. As soon as her husband got home she told him it was time ... but he insisted she wasn’t having a baby just yet. He conceded to going to the hospital — after he showered and they dropped off their son. 

They finally arrive at the hospital around 7 p.m. Of course, the hospital is being renovated so they walk to the new maternity ward. There isn’t time to check in or be hooked up on IVs ... she is that far along. 

At 8:12 p.m., a little girl was born, with dark black hair covering her head. She weighed 6 pounds, 8 ounces. 

They named her Michelle Kathryn.