It is the morning of June 14th, 1999 and my second baby is due at any time. I woke up with some slight contractions but I wasn’t sure if I was in actual labor. I had had contractions all week that never amounted to anything. Derek was in the middle of summer camps and he didn’t want to take any chances of pissing off the new coach so I told him just go ahead to work. If something comes up I will call you. Well, something came up alright. As soon as he left, my contractions started getting stronger and it was just me and my 22 month old. I had a plan B – in a panicked voice I called the neighbors. No one can resist a pregnant woman in hysteria. As I expected, the neighbors rallied around my cries for help. One neighbor took me to the hospital while the other neighbors watched Bailey. When you don’t have family around you start to depend on neighbors a great deal. We were fortunate enough to live in a cul-de-sac where all the neighbors looked out for each other. Derek met us at the hospital and four hours later Samantha was born.
Married to a College Basketball Coach and the Madness That Goes Along With Raising a Family in This Hectic Business