When I pulled into the [wrong] driveway [and then backed up and pulled into the right driveway] at just after 6:30am, I opened the front door and walked into a dimly lit space of calm. The sound of boiling water for the birthing tub bubbling on the stove in the kitchen, Anna's husband Corey was just coming down from upstairs. He whispered "Hi there!" in passing, as he headed back into the kitchen with an empty 6 quart cooking pot in his left hand.
On the second floor, a hand-painted "Hello, Baby. Hello" wooden plaque was centered on the outside of the closed door at the end of the hall. I took a deep grounding breath and creaked open the door.
A lace curtain of warm sparkly lights lit the space and created a birthing atmosphere to treasure. Anna laid across the queen sized bed, resting between surges, as Audra and Amy , her midwives, sat on the carpet against the gray bedroom walls--- her silent warriors of birth, waiting patiently to be needed. They chanted affirmations as the waves of labor came and went and helped fill the birthing tub with fresh, hot water.