Building Bridges by DeMeritt Amy

Author:DeMeritt, Amy
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-01-10T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

We spent almost four months in California without a single drop of rain, and from the moment we got home, it has been raining nearly non-stop. As we moved into December, the rain turned into very strong, cold winds and the occasional snowfall. We woke up Christmas morning with sixteen inches of fresh snow that had fallen over night. It was gorgeous, but before we could even get to opening presents with the babies, we had to shovel and plow the driveway and our private access road to ensure we could get out if Sam went into labor early. Thankfully, that did not happen, but it has been a constant worry.

I’ve barely been sleeping because I’m so paranoid that we’re going to get another big dump of snow and we’re going to end up trapped in the house and unable to get Sam to the hospital. August, our midwife prefers to be available to an expectant mother for the entire last month of her pregnancy, especially since she lives in Cherokee and she’s not able to do routine in-person checkups with my wives throughout the entire duration of their pregnancies. But with Sam’s due date so close to Christmas, we pushed her flight back till the fifth of January so she could be home to spend the holidays with her family. A bad snowstorm threatened to push that date again, but thankfully, we were able to get her here to the house and she has been constantly assuring us that Sam and our baby or babies are doing great.

It’s January 10th, a week from Sam’s due date, and I’ve been up since three in the morning, just watching out the front window to monitor the amount of snowfall collecting on the driveway. With a wooden yardstick in hand, I go out every so often and check the depth in various spots because the wind gusts are causing drifts to form across the driveway, walkway, and the lawn. By seven o’clock, it’s up to eight inches in some areas and only one in others. I know by plowing this early I risk waking up my wives, but the risk of Sam waking up in labor and it not being done is one I’m not willing to take.

With Aura at my side, trudging through the snow, we walk back up the driveway and climb into my Land Rover, which has been outfitted with a snowplow on the front. I cringe as the metal plow grates on the asphalt. It’s so loud!

It takes thirty minutes to plow the turnabout, the long driveway, and the long private access road we live off of. The main road looks like the city has been keeping up with it, which is a relief and helps me relax a bit as I drive back up our driveway to park in front of the walkway. If we have to take Sam to the hospital during this snowstorm, the Land Rover will be leading the way, just in case it’s necessary to drop the plow and clear a path.

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