As I walk back toward my office after my mid-afternoon writing break, or, as Hamilton likes to call it, my pregnant potty break, Hamilton’s cell phone vibrates on the kitchen counter. He’s putting Liberty down for her nap, so I approach to find Athens General Hospital on the caller ID. My heart sinks, and all the air evaporates from the room. My hands shake as I answer and begin walking toward Liberty’s room.
“Hello,” I greet with a quaking voice.
“Madison?” the female voice says.
“Amy?” Why is she calling from the hospital and not her cell phone?
“Yes. I left my cell in the car,” Amy explains.
At the bedroom door, I whisper for Hamilton to come quickly while I place the call on speaker phone.
“Amy, you’re on speaker phone. Ham’s here now,” I state as fear continues to tighten in my throat.