Storkly

We were waiting on the call from the hospital for our scheduled induction. Originally we were supposed to come in Friday afternoon. The call didn’t come until Saturday evening. Almost twenty-four hours of waiting, waiting, waiting — and a constant stream of texts, calls, and “any update?” messages from family and friends who loved us and just wanted to know. Somewhere around hour fifteen, half-laughing, half-broken, we said it out loud: there has to be a better way to do this. ...