On that special morning in 1989, Micki got up to make breakfast. It wasn't long before she suggested I begin filling the tub. We had had false labors before, and were usually later than the due date, and so I hesitated, not wanting to go through all that work of filling the tub and heating the water for nothing. But of course I did as she suggested, just in case. Suddenly, while mixing waffle batter, Micki dropped down onto her hands and knees in the kitchen and stayed in that position for a few minutes. I telephoned the midwife and she was then on her way. Then Micki stood back up and continued making waffles. Soon she was down again with another contraction, then up again, making waffles. We ate waffles while Micki was in labor. For each contraction, now coming often, she got down on her hands and knees.
Even before the birthing tub was completely full, she said, "I'd better get in."
"But it's not full yet," I complained. Nevertheless, she undressed and got in.
When I was finished filling the tub around Micki and adjusting the temperature, someone knocked on the door. It was Micki's friend, Pam, bringing over her video camera for us to borrow for when the baby is born, not realizing she was walking right into the birth. And the midwife hadn't arrived! The phone rang; the midwife was held up in traffic and would be there as soon as possible. Pam was a nervous wreck. She had watched Samuel's birth in the hospital, but now we were on our own. Micki, though, was very calm. The midwife called again to try to give support and instructions over the phone, and Pam wound up as the frantic go-between, with a receiver in one hand and camcorder in the other.
I asked Pam if she would mind if I undressed and got in the tub with Micki. That was fine with her. So soon both Micki and I sat nude in our temporary hot tub. Within minutes, there was an odd, shocked expression on Micki's face as she looked at me. The water had become murky with blood and I couldn't see anything through it. I reached down and felt a little baby, swimming across the bottom of the tub, and I lifted our new son to the surface. After Micki's trying labors in the clinic and hospital, this was unbelievable! Our other sons ran over to see their little brother, and Pam was busy videotaping when the midwife and her assistant hurried in. They were in time to help with the placenta coming out, to check and weigh the baby, and to sew up Micki. She had torn a little, as was usual.