“Why the Hell would you want Ty in the room?”
She rolled her eyes at me. “Because he has been through this before and I can tell from the look on your face that you are already freaking out. He isn’t there to watch and I guarantee he won’t get anywhere near my nether regions, but you will need him, Colt. Besides, I hardly think I’m going to care when this baby starts coming out.” She continued to walk toward the door. I held her hand and helped her get her coat on.
“We are going to follow you.” My mother announced. Behind her stood Savanna’s parents and my Aunt Karen.
Ty came running up in front of us. “Give me your keys. You sit in the back with your wife. I will drive.” I got ready to warn him of his driving. “No worries. I will drive carefully and get us all there in one piece. Don’t forget my pregnant wife is sitting in this truck too.”
It actually did make me feel better knowing that Ty would do anything to protect Miranda. The weather was bad and the roads weren’t much better. It was going to take us double the amount of time to get her where we needed to go.
Once we hit the main roads, they were worse than we suspected. Ty did a good job going slow, but even in four wheel drive we were sliding all over the road. The snow was really coming down again and visibility was almost non-existent. We were finally having to drive so slow that we ended up getting stuck. Luckily, I had just bought a brand new pair of chains for my tires. While Ty and I went out into the freezing weather to get them hooked to the tires, Miranda went ahead and called my mother to let her know that Conner would have to come get them and drive them in another truck capable of having chains. I knew they were somewhere behind us, but my main concern was making it to the hospital before Savanna delivered another Mitchell baby in the back of a vehicle.
It took us a good thirty minutes to get the chains out, untangle them, and get them on all four tires. When we climbed back into the truck, Savanna was really having a tough contraction. The winter storm made everything so quiet outside of the truck, but it was sure a different story as we climbed back in.
Miranda was hanging over the front seat, trying to soothe Savanna through her contraction. We hopped in the truck and started moving slowly again. The hospital was a good fifteen minutes during normal weather and being that it was so hard to see, I wasn’t really sure how close we actually were.
Savanna laid down on my lap. I stroked her hair and watched her suffering through the pain.
“Okay, that last one was only three minutes apart. They are getting’ closer Van.” Miranda restarted the timer on her phone. She sat back facing forward in the seat.
“How far apart do they need to get before we start to worry?” I asked.
Savanna shook her head and tried not to cry. I could tell she was in a lot of pain still. She was holding onto her stomach. I reached down to feel it and it was as hard as a rock. “Darlin’ tell me what to do?”
“Make it stop hurting,” she cried.
“Sugar, I wish I could.” I rubbed the sweat off of her face. She closed her eyes and tried to relax.
We passed a car that had slid off the side of the road. They were stuck in a culvert and trying to wave us down. It didn’t help that I had a big old wench on the front of the truck. “Keep goin’”
Ty looked at me in the rear view mirror as he pulled over to the side. “Dude, at least let me tell them why we can’t help. Miranda can tell Conner to stop and pull them out.”
“Fine, make it quick. I don’t know how to deliver a baby.” I was really starting to get scared now. It wasn’t something that I knew how to handle. My wife was in excruciating pain and there was nothing I could do to make it better. We didn’t have the time to be stopping for people, no matter how rude it was. We had our own emergency situation.
Ty jumped out and came back in the truck a few seconds later. “They were cool about it. They said congratulations.”
We arrived at the hospital a good twenty minutes later. Miranda had actually climbed over the seat and helped Savanna get through a couple hard contractions. When Savanna claimed she felt like pushing, Miranda ripped down her pants to make sure there wasn’t a baby coming out. I think she was shocked at what it looked like down there, from the look on her face, but she finally regained composure and said she wasn’t crowning and didn’t need to push.
We pulled up at the hospital and a security officer came running outside to us. He flew back in and came out with a wheelchair. Within seconds, we were whisking Savanna upstairs to the maternity ward, while Miranda and Ty parked the truck.
By the time they made it up to the room, Savanna was already being changed into a hospital gown. They were prepping her for an I.V. and she was still trying to focus on her breathing.