A Week of Preemi-um Surprises
It all started on August 21, 1996. The phone rang as I was heading out the door on my way to work the 7 pm to 7 am shift in the ICU of the local hospital. It was a man from the Old Order Mennonite community about an hour away from me. He said baby #8 was due September 20, 1996. He said she was “feelin’ poorly” and they couldn’t get a hold of the midwife they had used before, so could I come “check her out?”