I’ve been trying to post twice a week, Wednesday and Friday. I’ve been fairly consistent since November, but sometimes things come up. The reason I didn’t post last Friday is because my wife texted me when I got to work that she thought something was wrong with the baby.
Apparently, the night before she hadn’t felt the baby move all evening. She noticed it, but didn’t think too much of it. In the morning when she woke up, the baby still wasn’t moving. She got up, showered, had breakfast, and headed to work. All the while the baby still wasn’t kicking. My wife wasn’t worried too much the night before, but in the morning she became increasingly scared that something was wrong. She had been experiencing some other weird issues recently, so after a few hours at work we decided that she should call her doctor. When the doctor heard what was going on, he said that she should immediately go to the hospital for a full exam. This all happened within a four hour window.
The sequence of events for me that day went like this:
- Go to work
- Get a text from my wife who has not felt the baby move for 15 hours
- Frantically Google the symptoms she’s having and finding a bunch of horror stories on line
- Waiting for her to get service to respond to my texts
- Get the order from the doctor to go to the hospital
- Driving 30 minutes to meet my wife in the hospital
- Wait for the exam
In the time between getting the text from my wife and meeting her in the hospital, I had a sense of fear and panic unlike anything I’ve had as an adult. Most of the time, my life is easy. I don’t have things in my life that cause me to have true fear or dread. The possibility of my wife having a late term stillbirth put a deep fear into me. It was absolutely terrifying. On top of my fear, I was scared for my wife. My wife is an amazing woman, but she’s very emotional. I didn’t know how badly she would handle a stillbirth, but it would have been a terrible reaction.
Thankfully, the baby turned out to be fine. I don’t talk about my faith too much on this blog, but I was praying the whole time for God to save my baby. I was terrified driving to the hospital, because I didn’t know what kind of news I was walking into. When I walked from my car up to the hospital and into the maternity ward my legs felt like rubber. It honestly felt like someone else was walking for me and I was just along for the ride.
When I walked into the room, I walked into good news. I truly believe that was God intervening in my life. However, I know that not everyone has such a good experience. I read a lot of their stories that day on line. What a horrifying thing to go through, my heart goes out to those whose story doesn’t end as well as mine did that day. If you or your partner is pregnant, don’t hesitate to get checked out.
On a more positive note, I have made some progress on the crib. I uploaded some pictures of one of the side assemblies, there are pictures below.