I'm sure no parent's are truly prepared when their first child is born, but my wife and I were completely blind-sided when our little bundle of joy decided join us 17 weeks early. We were planning on at least another three months of our everyday routine before being thrust into parent hood.
When we kicked off the new year in 2007 my biggest worry was completing our kitchen renovation before the baby was born. Which didn't seem like much of a problem since he wasn't supposed to be here until May 1st, but just a few days after the new year our world was turned upside-down. Around 1am on January 3rd Jenny started having cramps after she went to bed. She had cramps occasionally during her pregnancy and neither of us really thought much about it, so I did what any caring, concerned husband would do, I went to sleep. Around 6:30 that morning I woke suddenly to the sound of my wife screaming franticly so I rushed to see what was wrong and she whaled something that I couldn't possibly have understood, but I realized what was going on when I saw all of the blood everywhere. She was unmistakably in labor. I was still sleepy-eyed and half asleep, but after asking my wife very nicely to shut up for a second and calm down, I remember just concentrating on and getting all of the things done that I would do every morning before going to work.
Pants? Check.
Keys? Check.
Wallet? Check.
Put Dog outside? Check.
Dog have water? WHO THE HELL CARES YOUR WIFE IS IN LABOR!
So I loaded up my wife in to the truck and speed off to the hospital. On the way I tried to console her and tell her I was sure everything was going to be alright, but I honestly had no clue what was going on. I was just as startled and confused as she was, but one of us had to drive us to the hospital.
After we arrived at the hospital a couple different nurses came by and poked on my wife and ran ultra sounds on her while talking amongst themselves. I'm certainly no doctor, but I could tell by their tone that it was something serious. They couldn't tell us anything; We had to wait until the doctor got there to find out what was going on. We were convinced that the doctor would just say that the cramps caused some bleeding, but everything would be Ok. In reality what the doctor would say was much worse than either of us where prepared to accept.
Dr: "Are you the Baby's Father?"
Me: "Yes."
Dr: "Well, I am very sorry, but I don't think we are going to be able to save your baby."
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steven! sorry I haven't left any comments. I'm just learning that you can do this. I sent mike perryman noah's website. I saint francis and noah's parents are doing everything possible for my grandson. thanks for the update.
love grandpa calvin
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