Meet Baby X, thus called because her parents haven’t finalized a name yet.
I was four hours away when my daughter went into labor about a week early. I drove through a snowstorm to get to the hospital. Even when she called at three thirty to tell me she was having contractions, I thought I would have lots of time. I only drove fast because I wanted to be as close as I could be before the storm hit. As it turns out, it was a good thing that I sped. When I was still a couple of miles away, she called to tell me she was waiting for the doctor so she could start pushing. I literally ran through the hospital. I made it in time. What a miracle. And she looks just like her mother did as a baby–angelic.