You can call me auntie

I never work on Thursday nights, but I worked last night.

Serendipitously, I worked last night.

Lucy’s husband, Chet, called to tell me that they were at the hospital – getting ready to have a baby – and I had under an hour left in my workday and I was a mere 10 minutes away.

“You’re at work? Come to the hospital when you’re done! We’re going to have this baby in, oh, I think 20 minutes.”

And that is how I ended up at the hospital on the night that Lucy and Chet’s son was born, even though it had never been discussed or planned or even joked about. I never thought that Lucy would want me there, at the hospital, when she was in labor. But she did and so I went. Of course I went.

And of course that baby was not born in 20 minutes. He was not born at 8:40 pm, as Chet had predicted. He was born at 12:30 am and he is perfect.