Taxi delivery

This may get worked into the novel that I am working on. So, for you few lucky ones reading this, enjoy the sneak peek into some character background.
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I was born in a fog of darkness. The taxi driver reportedly said, that they couldn't even see my mothers face, the fog was so thick that night.

My mother had no car and my father left at the first sign of the bump that would later become me. The night I was born my mother was woken up by a taxi driver dropping off a slobbering drunk, our neighbor Vince, at 1am. My mothers' water had broken as the driver was turning off the 'taxi' light. She could only see two red glowing circles backing towards her but she knew that only a taxi would be able to bring Vince home. She stopped the driver and ask if they could manage one more trip. At first the request was turned down, partly because it didn't seem worth it with the weather conditions but mostly due to the irritable mood still lingering after dealing with Vince. Only when my mother turned toward the end of the street could the driver make out her silhouette. The nine month bump forced the mood to become a more sympathetic one.

Sam, the taxi driver, called in the pick up to the dispatcher and emphasized that the hospital was the destination. Apologizing to my mother for being somewhat belligerent earlier the taxi driver was back on the clock. My mother accepted and understood why Sam just wanted to go home. After all, Vince isn't easy to get along with even when he is sober. A post bar visit plus midnight trip with Vince is almost never worth the aggravation for anyone who decides to take him home. The only benefit to taxi drivers was that Vince's employer pays very well to make sure he gets home safe each night.

On a clear day, the hospital is no more than 10 minutes from where my mother lived. However, after about 30 minutes of driving through the thick fog, I was ready to greet the world. The first time my mother gave in to my demands was when she told Sam to stop the car. Sam had no choice but to stop the taxi and think back to any medical show where a child was being born.

Sam opened the door behind the drivers seat and my mother had already worked herself into what she thought would be the most comfortable birthing position. From what I have been told, there is no "comfortable" birthing position. After the 15th agonizingly painful push and loud scream, Sam was relieved to hear sirens getting closer. The dispatcher was notified that no taxi had arrived at the hospital and that they were sending an ambulance to find them. Street names and quick routes were what the dispatcher was meant to know and they provided the hospital with the most likely route.

It only took the ambulance one minute to reach the cab from the hospital. I was already making good progress with my escape before Sam switched out with a better suited professional. Moments later, I was born into the unlit fog. Except for the temperature change and voices, I bet I thought the outside was the same as the womb. I don't think I even knew light existed until my mother and I were put into the ambulance and taken to the hospital.

My mother didn't have to pay for the trip because Sam was unable to arrive at the specified destination. If she had not been persuaded that night by my determination to leave the womb, my name wouldn't be Sam.