My Mother Showed Up After The Concert

just came. Feel better, honey.”

Click.

I stared at my phone screen until the paramedics walked through my front door.

Two men. Calm. Efficient. One checked my vitals. The other looked at my son, then at me.

“Who’s taking the baby?”

“My husband’s stuck in traffic.”

“That may take too long.”

I remembered a card. A doula had given it to me at my baby shower.continue reading …