I GAVE BIRTH ON A PLANE AT 35,000 FEET, AND A STRANGER HELPED DELIVER MY BABY — BUT AS WE PREPARED TO LAND, THE CAPTAIN ANNOUNCED, “THERE’S SOMETHING IMPORTANT THE MOTHER NEEDS TO KNOW BEFORE WE OPEN THE DOORS.”
A paramedic whose hands went still when I told him my birthday. A badge that had expired thirty years ago. A passenger in row twelve filming everything on her phone. And a letter my father had kept in a drawer since the night I was born. The man who delivered my daughter in the sky had been waiting thirty-one years to finish something. So had my dad.
CHAPTER 1: FLIGHT 418
I still can’t quite believe I’m writing this down.
My name is Callie Dawson. I’m thirty-one. And six weeks before my due date, I gave birth to my daughter in the aisle of a commercial airplane, somewhere over the mountains, at thirty-five thousand feet.
