Yesterday I got a call from my daughter. She thought she was in labor—but couldn’t be sure. I had agreed to come and take care of her nearly 3-year old son, Kaden during the at home water birth. I had planned to head to Lincoln, NE in a day or two anyway, so I packed my things and headed down the road about 2:30 in the afternoon from St. Paul.
The sun was out and all around the January snow was blindingly white.
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