The doctor had said that labor and childbirth gets quicker every time you do it, but I had no idea how right he was.
I felt another contraction coming on as my husband frantically drove the van towards the hospital, and knew we wouldn't make it. I tried to close the tiny window curtain with my toes at a stoplight, not wanting to give the waiting passengers a show. Covered in sweat and tears, I fearfully pushed a second time and waited to hear the tiny cry.
My husband peeled into the emergency room parking lot as I glanced down lovingly at my fourth son born right there in the back of our van.