Baby-having progressed a little faster than Landon had been led to believe, and yet it seemed horribly slow. Up in labor and delivery, Karen walked the hallway for the better part of two hours, stopping to cling to Trey and sometimes Landon when the contractions hit. She was down to every couple of minutes when the nurses suggested the bed would be better.
As the contractions lengthened to more than a minute, Karen began to cry, and beg. “Please, please, it hurts so bad. Can I have something for the pain? I need to stop. Please make it stop.”
Listening to Karen cry was obviously intensely hard for Trey. He looked so stressed that Landon suggested he go grab a soda.
“I don’t think I should leave her,” said Trey.
“Five minutes. I saw a soda machine somewhere in my hallway wanderings. I’
