It was a Thursday morning nineteen years ago this week. It was 60 some degrees and breezy as we made our way to the hospital. I had labored through the night, but it was still thirteen days before my due date. Never having done this before, I wasn’t exactly sure what to expect. We had completed the Lamaze class, even though we never did master the art of the “hee-hoo-hee-hoo” breathing without a continual case of the giggles. But apparently, using breathing techniques or not, the baby was indeed coming.