October 2013It was around ten thirty in the morning and judging by the intensity and frequency of the contractions, it was time.
Anna wasn’t sure of what to do: Marco was at work and it would take him at least half an hour to get home. On the other hand, the hospital was only about a kilometer away, so she could probably reach it by herself.
When the pain subsided momentarily, she climbed the stairs carefully and went to the bedroom to pack a bag. Once she completed this task, she sat on the bed to catch her breath, then went back downstairs and started looking for her car keys.
Just as she was about to open the door, another contraction, the strongest yet, gripped her and she had to lean on the wall. Apparently she wasn’t going to be able to get to the hospital on her own and Marco wou
