Andrew Christian Chapman was due to make his arrival at the end of February. Then the blizzard of 2014 came. My sister and I had joked all week that in true "Metz" fashion he would come early just because he could. That upcoming Friday was Valentine's Day and since her other two boys were born on a Friday it only seemed fitting he should be born on one as well. The ice, and snow, was frosting on the cake
We were joking, of course.
Friday morning at 1:30am I hear my sister yelling, 'It's Time!!" We were totally unprepared. Packed bag? -nope- Driveway scraped of snow? -nope- Insurance cards and ID? -nope-. We just hopped in the car and went. (I nearly left her actually... I sorta forgot the part where you make sure the pregnant woman in labor GETS to the car! OOPS)
We head to the hospital. I'm focused, determined yet cautious, the roads are still slick from the snow the day before. That's when Christina loudly announces "this baby is coming!" I find this hard to believe at first, considering her water broke a mere 30 mins before. But between her screaming, and her previous child birthing experiences, I take her at her word and do the only thing I can. I gas it.
No sooner did I top the hill past Exit 3 when I see blue lights flashing in my rear view mirror. You know how they say you come to a crossroads in life.. I would consider this my crossroads. I have my pregnant sister in the seat beside me yelling not to stop and a cop behind me insistent that I do. I do what seems reasonable. I have Christina call 911 and explain our situation, asking that they let the cop know I am neither a criminal, nor am I running. He can ticket me at the ER. Sounded like a good plan to me. The problem came when the 911 dispatcher couldn't find which officer was behind us, and the officer (a state trooper) decided we were convicts on the run.
*It helps if you picture this next part in slow motion. Perhaps with Morgan Freeman narrating the events: The cop has his car inches from my bumper. A spin out, his only option. We are obviously running, but from what? Are we drunk? on drugs? kidnappers? murderers? Taking us down is his only option. I can faintly hear a voice yelling something about giving birth in the car and I briefly wonder where I could find a good upholstery cleaner. Then I think of my dad. He's always wanted to "go out" of this life in style. He's going to be jealous when he sees his girls on the 11 o'clock news.
I pull over. The cop, understanding the situation, lets us go. He was also kind enough to call ahead to insure a wheelchair was waiting and followed us to make sure we arrived safely. After she was safe inside I apologized for the scare explaining that I had not watched enough YOUTUBE videos to deliver a baby on the side of the road. He smiled, wished us the best of luck, and didn't even give me a ticket!!
Sure enough Christina was right.. She was fully dilated and ready to deliver. Andrew, however, had other plans and in true "Metz" fashion made his arrival in his own time.. five hours later.