He Mocked My Labor Call, I Called Someone Who Actually Came

Synopsis

It was late in my pregnancy, and my husband, David Carter, got dragged out by his friends for drinks. At one in the morning, labor started all of a sudden. I called David, gritting my teeth through the pain. "Come home. I'm in so much pain. I think I'm going into labor." There was a brief silence, then everyone burst out laughing. "David, you lost. Drink up! I told you your wife would use this as an excuse to call you home." "Yeah, right, just hit full term and suddenly going into labor? What are the odds?" Jessica Lane, one of David's girl buddies, laughed out loud. "Mona, we're both women. You can't fool me with that little trick. "If you're really about to give birth, call 911. Come on, it's the 21st century; we can handle things without a man." The call ended with a beep, and all I got was the busy tone. Amniotic fluid trickled down my legs to my ankles, and the pain was so intense that everything went dark before my eyes. Gritting my teeth, I dialed a number that had been buried for eight years.