Unfortunately, in this reverie, I sometimes lose sight of the speed limit as I’m driving, particularly in 25 mile-per-hour zones. Not that I get speeding tickets all the time, but I would say that the majority of those I have gotten were during these middle-of-the-night drives. I would typically hand over my hospital badge along with my driver’s license and proof of insurance.
Nevertheless, my plea of “I’m on my way to deliver a baby” has rarely made an impression–except once, when a woman police officer stopped me. As I explained my predicament, I could see flash before her a memory of the night she’d delivered her baby, a memory of the relief she had felt when her doctor walked into the room.