I chatted with the nurse in the ambulance all the way to Dallas. I was so excited. I remember saying, "This is a great day! I'm having my first baby, my first ambulance ride, and my first hospital stay! How exciting!"
I'm pretty sure she thought I was in shock, but she kept talking to me. I know she thought Ronnie was in shock. She said, as the ambulance pulled away from the hospital in Longview, "I think your husband is in shock. He seems too calm."
"No." I replied, "Ronnie is always like that. He never gets stressed." (If that were only true today.)
When we arrived at the hospital in Dallas, it was almost dark. The EMT's unloaded me from the ambulance. Of course, the skinny one nearly fell over from my weight-poor thing. The big guy showed him how it was done, and I was whisked in to Labor and Delivery once more.
I was in my room for barely five minutes when the telephone rang. Not believing it was for me, I had the nurse answer.
"It's for you. Do you know a 'Handsome'?"
"Yes," that's my sisters boyfriend!"
"Are you okay?" he asked in a panic, and gave me a brief lecture on scaring everyone. "Here's your sister."
No doubt she had been pacing the floor, wringing her hands. Jennifer took over his side of the conversation. She was very emotional and made me cry.
Our conversation tomorrow. Meanwhile, here's a photo of Sofia at two months:
2 comments:
I didn't mean to make you cry. I was so scared that day.
this is very interesting leah. i love hearing birth stories, even when they don't happen exactly the way they were expected to happen. such a testament to God's grace and provision...all of it.
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