To follow up on yesterday’s post, as we went to bed on November 16th, there was lots of prayer and concern. There was actually a brief point where I was almost deathly fearful. I was just outside of town, The Wife was at the Doctor, and as I was closing a business deal, the cell rang. Didn’t recognize the number and I was about to walk out of the door. So I didn’t answer.
I leave, The Wife calls and chews me out for not answering the phone (which I should have). Turns out she’s at the doctor and I can tell there’s not been good news. But she won’t tell me anything over the phone. Nothing. So I go home and wait. And wait and wait. Then I call the Dr. office, and get a hold of her in the exam room, but still won’t say anything. But I can tell she’s upset. So I have to wait still.
FINALLY she comes home. But just sits in the car, with it locked, and is crying. Now just imagine all that is flooding my mind. We’ve gotten no so good news from the doctor that the baby might not be growing as quickly as is normal. The doctor is concerned. He wants to go in and induce right now. Then The Wife comes home and is obviously upset and won’t open the Explorer door. And she’s crying.
I’d thought we’d lost the baby. That there was a dead baby in my wife right now. It was crippling. BUT…that wasn’t the case. Very thankfully. Today my daughter is TWO YEARS OLD! But here is a blog entry from 2 years ago w/ a “in the moment” story of how it all happened…
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