Let's name it Igor

When Liz and I talked about Round 2 of labour and birth and everything, we talked about all the possibilities: What if it happens during the night? What if it happens during the day? On a weekend? What will we do with our other kids (the furry one and Schuyler)? We never thought about what to do when the third largest hurricane on record is headed for a direct hit on the island and we lose power. But that's where it all began.
The night before Hurricane Igor hit, tropical storm force winds were already howling outside and we were all spending the night with Kim and Ward and having a civilised dinner when Liz started having some wicked Braxton Hicks. This kept her up most of the night worrying. The next night when (now diminished to category 1) Igor arrived in full force, Braxton kicked up again.
Now, today, the first day after the hurricane and with power just restored to our house at 5pm, it seems the real deal contractions are kicking in. So much for planning. In our plan, we would get Kim to sleep over here while we went to the hospital. Instead, we had dinner at their house and, with contractions kicking in and all our key stuff (including our kid) already at their house for the hurricane, we simply left our sleeping baby and went home to see what happened.
We don't know if it is a girl or a boy but, at this exact moment in time, we do not have a middle name for a girl, so we'll see what we get in the lottery. There are actually miracles left in this busy, busy world.