Posted on Mar 9, 2016 in Birth Stories

One of my favorite stories to tell prospective clients has to do with one of my shorter labors and when you should call me or not call me!

Darius’ mama called me one evening to let me know that she was ready to go to the hospital but she would first be going to get a bite to eat. I told her I would meet her at the hospital. We hung up the phone and I headed to the hospital.

I sat in the waiting room and sat and sat and sat. An hour later I called her to see if I had misunderstood her call and she emphatically said, “I told you I was going to get something to eat.” Well, this mama and daddy went to Olive Garden!! I thought a bite to eat meant Mc Donald’s but no this lady wanted her last supper..LOL When she arrived at the hospital, she was 8 cm and three hours later Darius was born.

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