We tried everything from Vaseline to butter, but it just wouldn't come off. Molly was going into labor and she couldn't have her ring on because the swelling would cut circulation off to the rest of her finger.
Our first son was coming and it was about to be even more memorable if Molly lost her finger. The truck was all ready for the trip to the hospital, so we jumped in and I sped out of the driveway and put my V8 engine to work.
As I sped toward the hospital, I got caught at a red light. It was 4 in the morning and we had to sit there for 3 minutes before the light changed and I pressed the gas so when it turned green that I spun the tires. All the while, Molly was moaning and digging her fingers into the door handle.
I screeched into the parking lot of the hospital and pulled up to the emergency room doors. The rev of my engine echoed off the rafters hanging over the driveway and pissed Molly off.
"Turn off your damned truck!" she screamed loudly at me. I promptly turned the engine off before I hustled her into the emergency room.
"He's coming! Hurry!" she begged.
"Just hold on," I calmly said. I ran into the nurses' station and got their attention.
"My wife's in labor! Come help me get her in a wheelchair!" I practically pleaded.
One of the nurses grabbed a wheelchair and we ran to my waiting wife who was practicing her breathing.
"I'm about to have this baby on this seat," she heaved out in between breaths.
We got her onto a wheelchair and the nurses took her to maternity while I went and parked the truck, grabbed the diaper bag and Molly's bag. I ran faster than ever over to maternity. As I rushed in, I became more aware of how the hospital stank of ammonia cleaners and cafeteria food with a slight mix of blood.
When I made it to her room, I yanked the video camera out of my bag and threw on some scrubs per the doctor's orders. This was the biggest milestone in my life and I couldn't be happier. In fact, I was shaking from so much happiness that I couldn't keep the video camera still enough to focus. I also noticed the doctors were able to get Molly's ring off without having to cut it, thank God.
That's when Molly started pushing. I was about to hold my son for the first time. The doctor pulled out a little red crying mass that began to squirm and cry in his hands.
"Seems like he's going to be a handful," the doctor said. "He's going to be quite the wild child, I can tell."
"I'm sure we'll be able to handle him," I said confidently.
That's when I spoke too soon. The doctor walked around the corner to go clean him up and check his vitals when all of sudden, there's a flash of light and a scream; it was the doctor's. There was a demonic laugh from the corner and then a dying moan from the doctor.
Tyler, our son, walked around the corner glowing red and said that he was going to spare us because we were his parents and at that, he exploded into a flash of brilliant white that made you think you died. Molly and I were flung out the window as the light hit us.
Molly started crying after we hit the ground, gently somehow. I cradled her as I stared in disbelief at the smoldering remains of the hospital.
As I sped toward the hospital, I got caught at a red light. It was 4 in the morning and we had to sit there for 3 minutes before the light changed and I pressed the gas so when it turned green that I spun the tires. All the while, Molly was moaning and digging her fingers into the door handle.
I screeched into the parking lot of the hospital and pulled up to the emergency room doors. The rev of my engine echoed off the rafters hanging over the driveway and pissed Molly off.
"Turn off your damned truck!" she screamed loudly at me. I promptly turned the engine off before I hustled her into the emergency room.
"He's coming! Hurry!" she begged.
"Just hold on," I calmly said. I ran into the nurses' station and got their attention.
"My wife's in labor! Come help me get her in a wheelchair!" I practically pleaded.
One of the nurses grabbed a wheelchair and we ran to my waiting wife who was practicing her breathing.
"I'm about to have this baby on this seat," she heaved out in between breaths.
We got her onto a wheelchair and the nurses took her to maternity while I went and parked the truck, grabbed the diaper bag and Molly's bag. I ran faster than ever over to maternity. As I rushed in, I became more aware of how the hospital stank of ammonia cleaners and cafeteria food with a slight mix of blood.
When I made it to her room, I yanked the video camera out of my bag and threw on some scrubs per the doctor's orders. This was the biggest milestone in my life and I couldn't be happier. In fact, I was shaking from so much happiness that I couldn't keep the video camera still enough to focus. I also noticed the doctors were able to get Molly's ring off without having to cut it, thank God.
That's when Molly started pushing. I was about to hold my son for the first time. The doctor pulled out a little red crying mass that began to squirm and cry in his hands.
"Seems like he's going to be a handful," the doctor said. "He's going to be quite the wild child, I can tell."
"I'm sure we'll be able to handle him," I said confidently.
That's when I spoke too soon. The doctor walked around the corner to go clean him up and check his vitals when all of sudden, there's a flash of light and a scream; it was the doctor's. There was a demonic laugh from the corner and then a dying moan from the doctor.
Tyler, our son, walked around the corner glowing red and said that he was going to spare us because we were his parents and at that, he exploded into a flash of brilliant white that made you think you died. Molly and I were flung out the window as the light hit us.
Molly started crying after we hit the ground, gently somehow. I cradled her as I stared in disbelief at the smoldering remains of the hospital.
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