It started when my wife and I were on the couch in the living room watching television on a Sunday night in November 1997.
She wasn’t due for another 10 days, but when she got up to go to the bathroom, her water broke.
We drove to Martin General, just a couple of minutes away from our house on Church Street in Williamston. The drive was quick, but the delivery was complicated.
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