Chapter 5

Excerpt

The contractions were coming pretty regularly, so we hopped onto our motorcycle to see the midwife. After our station wagon finally gave up the ghost, we couldn’t afford to replace it. For a whole year all we had was a motorcycle. The midwife checked how far along in labor I was and said we probably had a couple of hours to go. Rather than wait around we went to a nearby shopping mall. I needed a new nursing bra and was given extremely fast service by the department store clerk. I suppose she was concerned that I would deliver right there in the lingerie department…