It was at her annual visit when Caroline’s doctor said, “You’re at the optimal age for motherhood.” She was twenty-nine. Somehow and maybe even against her “better judgement” her biological clock heard that. A few months later, she was pregnant. This was a big change from the model/diva, and self-serving, carefree globetrotter she had been. She and Nick married even though she knew the tall, green-eyed, gregarious, swarthy Greek wasn’t ready to be married, or to be a father. She was confident enough to know she could raise the child alone if necessary. He was born in Athens, Greece in August of 1996.
During the chaos of heading to the hospital to birth the child, Caroline was sure Nick would be with her. He was not. Several residents in training were there, though, along with the doctor, all watching between Caroline’s legs. They were mumbling in Greek about her comments. She hadn’t been given an epidural and was using some fabulous English expletives. She listened as they tried to hide their laughter while translating to each other what she was saying.Read More