A single moment can make all the difference between chometz and matzah, between success and failure. They raced the clock — and beat it!
People kept telling us that first babies are normally late, and with a few weeks left until my due date, we thought the plan was solid… until one afternoon when I found myself waddling up to my parents’ doorstep feeling like I was in labor!
I grabbed my mother and sister and we ran to the hospital, ruing the day I chose a fully stocked pantry and unpacked boxes across the country over having my husband within a 100-mile-radius while I was full term.
It turned out to be a false alarm and almost everyone had a good laugh; personally I was mortified at having created such a drama over nothing.
The next evening, as my husband was at the Washington Heights keilim mikveh up to his elbows in pots and pans, I was sitting at my Chicago computer when I suddenly felt sharp new pains.
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