Tristan Brooks Baker: The Adventure of a Lifetime.
Thursday, September 1—induction scheduled. But based on my survey of friends, I knew it wasn’t likely that I would get in that day. However, since I did get put on for medical needs, my hopes were high. That day came and went, along with the next three days. Sunday, September 4 th , I called again that morning and she said it wasn’t likely to happen and she knows I’m about an hour away and will make sure to let me know.. 4:30 that afternoon, we were getting stuff ready to grill out with the kids, we’d made pasta salad, had burger patties made, and Randy came to the kitchen with my phone and said, “It’s Sparrow Hospital”. WELP, holy shit. She said, “I know I talked to you this morning, but we’re wondering if you want to come in for your induction?”….I had already mentally put in the back of my mind so I was a bit in shock and not mentally prepared. But, I asked if two hours was ok and we’d be there around 6:30-7. I called my mom and she flew over…literally…got here so fast...
