Hello World! I'm Callie Marie by K. Denise Holmberg
August 6, 2015 “Stop pushing!” the nurse said. I came to an abrupt halt and my hands flew off the wheelchair. “Not you!” She grabbed the handles and took off down a long, cold, antiseptic smelling corridor with me on her heels. It gave me goose bumps like all hospitals do. Bree Cook A few hours before, my daughter, Bree Cook and I were getting dressed to putz around Rapid City, South Dakota. She was due the next week with daughter number two. Her husband had to be out of town on business, so we decided to have much needed mother-daughter time. “I’ve been having a few cramps every now and then,” Bree happened to mention as we slipped our shoes on. “Do you think I should time them?” “That’s probably a good idea,” I answered. “Let me know when you feel it again.” “It’s happening now.” The contractions felt different to Bree than they had with her first daughter, so we were not sure what was happening. She pulled out her cell phone and push