My Husband Told Me to “Handle It Yourself” While I Was in Labor So He Could Stay at His Mother’s Birthday—Then I Made One Phone Call

I did not call him back.

I called my next-door neighbor, Mrs.

Alvarez.

She was at my door in four minutes.

Then, from the passenger seat of her car on the way to St.

Jude Regional Medical Center, I made one more call.

A number I still knew from memory even though I had refused to use it for nearly two years.

He answered on the first ring.