When Christie went into labor, the pain was excruciating. She called her husband, pleading with him to come home, but he suggested she take the subway to the hospital. In a panic and utterly exhausted, she hurried to the subway, with her father-in-law’s response adding to the day’s turmoil.
Hey everyone, I can’t believe I’m sharing this, but I think it’s important. Last Monday evening, I went into labor with my first child…
The pain was intense, and before I knew it, my water broke.
In a panicked state, I jumped to my feet with all the strength I had and called my husband, Francis, who was still working. I begged him to come home as quickly as possible.
“Francis, please, you have to come home now! The baby’s coming! My water broke,” I cried, my voice trembling with fear and pain.
To my astonishment, Francis told me to take the SUBWAY to the hospital. I was SPEECHLESS. How could he even suggest that?
The contractions were relentless, intense waves of pain that left me breathless. I hung up, heartbroken and in tears. But a primal fear gnawed at me.
I had to get to the hospital, and fast.
“Take the subway?” I muttered, clutching my stomach as another contraction hit. “How am I supposed to go… in this condition?” Tears filled my eyes, blurring my vision. But there was no time to dwell.
I had to get moving, for the sake of myself and the tiny life inside me.
I grabbed my bag, took a deep breath, and prepared to do the unthinkable.