The game was one of those blowouts where the NFC team beats up the AFC team (probably Denver). At the end, we're slowly saying our goodbyes. C leans over to me and whispers "I think we should go now."
It takes me a few seconds to realize what's happening. We quickly leave the party because we live in San Bruno and the hospital is in San Francisco. On the way out, I ask C "When did the pains start?" and she says "About halftime. But I didn't say anything because I wanted to watch the game."
We zip up to San Bruno, grab some clothes and stuff and zoom up to UCSF. We arrive there at about 9/9:30 PM. There's a couple scary moments (it was a very fast labor). E is born four hours later, at 1 AM in the morning.
I can't tell you who played, I can't tell you the score. But it was the best Super Bowl ever, because it was the day that E came into the world and added a new wonderful dimension to our family.
E's official birthday is January 31, but I always consider Super Bowl Sunday her unofficial birthday. Happy Birthday, E! We love you and we're very glad you're here.
