As we made our way down LSD, Andrea called her husband, Tim, at work. "Yep, we're on our way to the hospital! No, it's okay! Take your time. Go home, let the dog out, take him to your mom's. Mariana will stay with me!"
I tried to reassure her with the most convincing smile I could muster, but I knew Tim worked at least an hour away, without the doggie pit stops! I was a wreck! I would never leave her but could I manage to support a pregnant woman through labor?
After parking and walking into the hospital, Andrea was taken back to be checked. I kept a brave face until the doors closed behind her. I slumped into a seat in the waiting area and shakily dialed my mom to ask her what the heck I was going to do if Andrea’s husband didn’t make it on time. My mom's tone was sympathetic but her message was clear, "you stay with her no matter what!"
Andrea and I were sent from her doctor's office down the block to intake in Labor and Delivery. We were a sight, shuffling along like partners in a three-legged race; Andrea using my arm to steady herself and squeezing tight when the contractions hit.
Upon arrival, Andrea filled out the necessary forms and my head was on a constant swivel, praying for Tim to walk through the door. I love my friend dearly but I was not 100% sure I could be helpful and supportive or even upright and conscious during all the action...
We waited for a couple of minutes and, finally, the intake nurse called Andrea's name. I took up my post as Andrea's crutch and slowly started to lead her back, my blood pressure rising with every step.