Chapter Two - Google, where are you? I need you.
Kim had moved from the bed to the bathroom, and I was still in the bedroom developing my strategy for handling the situation. Kim's change in location had no effect on her newly found likeness to a faucet. I thought this might be a good time to call the doctor. So, I started searching through Kim's purse for the number to Capital Area OB-GYN, to no avail. It was not in there.1 I decided to call someone who might be able to get me the number I needed.
After getting voicemail the first time, I called Daniel for a second time, and he answered. I informed him of the situation, and he got me a number. It was the number to the practice, but did not help any. On the second try, Daniel came through like LeBron in game five of the Eastern Conference Finals. He was money. I called the answering service and had the on-call doctor paged.
I left the phone with Kim and headed for the front desk to acquire the location of the nearest hospital, just in case. Coincidentally, on our hour long drive across town through traffic earlier in the day had taken us right by a hospital. After confirming that the hospital was where I thought it was, I returned to our room to find Kim on the phone with the doctor.
- back This is the point where I regretted not owning a laptop. How the heck am i supposed to get along in the world without assistance from my friend Google in my times of need?
Labels: baby, birthStory, travel
posted by Shannon Smith @ 6/11/2007
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wow. daniel=Lebron. nice.
Although, I'm not sure this is an appropriate metaphor as Daniel "assist"ed you, but I see your point.
this is better than "Lost".
mama p.
daniel smith...for all your digital needs.
i feel the need to clarify things a bit. the first number i gave shannon was indeed the number he requested. however, it was the doctor's answering machine/service that failed--not me.
just didn't want anyone thinking i dropped the ball, you know, being lebron and all.
Well, thanx soo much for not finishing it!!!
I can't believe you compared your wife to a faucet!
Other than that, I have nothing else to say.
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Bethany
Okay. Okay. I'll finish the story.
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