20 insane minutes

My now 5 year old daughter decided to make quite the entrance when she entered the world. I wrote this as an email to friends and family to announce her arrival and thought I would post it here as well so I know where it always is. Honestly, it was so surreal that it was something out of a sitcom or romantic comedy. The date was Monday, May 8th, 2006 and we were just about to have Family Home Evening when...

   This little girl was in a HUGE hurry to arrive once she decided she wanted to.  Daddy thought he was going to be one of those stories on the 10 o'clock news where the husband delivers the baby on the side of the road while chatting with 911.  First contraction was about 6:15ish and we left for the hospital about 6:20.  Daddy is driving just above the posted speed limit, but still safely. A little over 2/3 of the way there mommy announces (quite loudly) that baby is about to make her appearance.  Daddy starts driving even faster and starts to makes some "questionable" driving maneuvers.  He calls the ER and tells them that mommy may be delivering in the car and could they please meet us at the curb with a gurney.  We pull up at the ER where, thankfully, there is a gurney waiting. Mommy is unloaded and whisked through the doors while daddy parked the car. Realizing that they would never make it if they use the regular elevator mommy is rushed into the closer "service" elevator where nurses start prepping mommy and then straight into the nearest room when the doors open which, it turns out, is NOT a labor and delivery room.  Meanwhile daddy is running back into the hospital trying to locate his missing wife.  A lady at the ER check in desk realizes the look on daddy's face and asks "screaming pregnant lady?" Daddy says yes and is told to go to the correct floor. As he exits the elevator, a kind nurse finally points to a room and says "right there" and daddy opens the door to a room FULL of people, including his screaming bride.  As he looks at the mother of his, soon-to-be three, children he notices that the baby is already crowning and he navigates the tide of people to reach his correct place at his wife's side just in time to hear the Dr. (who by the way was NOT her normal Dr. and who just happened to be at the nurses station when the screaming pregnant woman was wheeled out of the service elevator) say "push."  With no time for a Tylenol, let alone an epidural, the brave woman pushes.  The head pops out and the Dr. backs away, holds his arms out and asks if one of the nurses who has clean hands could please roll up the sleeves of his shirt and tuck in his tie. (that's right, no time for wearing scrubs)  Another push and little 6lb 13oz, 20 1/2", Zanna Nixon makes her appearance into this world at 6:41.   So ... what did you all do during those 20 minutes?