A giant, blue, birthing tub in front of the piano overtook the living room; a  large embroidered quilt—a privacy barrier— divided our family room from  the dining room. Coffee cakes with small slivers eaten stood by in the  kitchen. Stacks of towels, pads, plastic liners and a music playlist were  also at the ready, anticipating our moment of destiny… Our homeschooled  daughter had asked us to host the home-birth for her first child, and the  time was near.  We were all awash with joyful anticipation during the baby shower and  ensuing preparations. The nursery for my new grandchild looked adorable with its black corner canopy-crib and the pink-checkered curtains that I had made myself. All that was needed was for labor to begin. After a false alarm or two, the due date passed by. It was late April; life was blooming everywhere. The trees had flowered, the daffodils were in …