Approximately 10 years ago, on a freezing July night, the cold, hard, truth hit me like a freight train.
NO ONE WAS COMING TO MY RESCUE.
On our bedroom floor, my wife was giving birth to our son, he'd come so quickly that we had just called the hospital to tell them we were on our way. But we never made it out of the house.
The complication was he was breech, and when he had come out to his shoulders, the contractions stopped and he stopped coming. My wife and I stayed calm, but for all my trying I just could not get his head out.