We're at St. Joseph's!!
I was praying the cold wind had driven her inside, and I just hadn't seen her yet.
I told you Victoria Hospital....... we're at Victoria.... I'm standing out front of Victoria....
We had, in fact, gone to the wrong hospital. My mind had failed me, again. I'm sure I selectively heard "she's pregnant" and completely stopped listening for the rest of our short telephone conversation. I didn't know anything about London, especially how many hospitals the city had.
What else could possibly happen? I was furious with myself. I had already been locked in the store with no way out, I was over an hour later then expected, and now I had gone to the wrong hospital? I was never going to get there! It was shortly before 10pm and I was so close to making it to her, but It felt so far away. My anger quickly transitioned to problem solving as I searched for the address to the correct hospital, realizing it was on the opposite side of the city. The worst city to get anywhere, from anywhere.
It seemed like the drive through London took longer then the drive to London. Making the drive even worse, we hit Every. Single. Red. Light. Nothing is more frustrating when you're in a hurry, and at this point I was in more than a hurry. I had to get to her an hour ago.
We arrived at Victoria hospital just before 10:30. It was the biggest hospital I had ever seen. It took ten minutes just to locate the front door, as every entrance looked like a front entrance. By the time we found the clearly marked Main Entrance I was mentally and physically exhausted, but I had to get out of the car and confront what I knew was going to be the most difficult situation I had ever faced. I overly thanked my friend and my roommate for everything they had done for me, collected my backpack from the trunk of the car, and followed Sarah through the entrance way to the correct hospital.
I was on my own at this point, walking into a world of unfamiliarity, with no idea what to expect on the other side of those automatic doors.
