Born to Run, Or Crazy Train- Both are appropriate

Jacob 9/25

We sit in the driveway with the car running waiting for my Mom to drive 2 miles to get to our house to watch Asher.  I am writhing and wailing in the front seat, because every minute or so a contraction rips through me and nearly tears me in half.  Mom's car pulls in and Dan backs out like he is on Cops.  We hit every red light.  We get stuck in traffic at 11:15 PM because of the great gas shortage in Charlotte.  I am telling Dan to slow down, he is saying, "OK, Honey" as his knuckles whiten on the steering wheel and his foot grows heavy on the accelerator.  He screeches into the L & D unit at the hospital where they are awaiting my arrival.  I limp out clutching my belly and doubling over every few steps.  The midwife finally sees me as I elbow a family of 14 out of the way and Dan runs back out to park the car.  No paperwork.  No checking in.  My shoes and clothes are being stripped off in the hallway.  By the time Dan gets back from parking the car, I am gowned, stirruped, swearing, and Jacob is crowning.