Monday, December 3, 2007

What Was She Thinking???

Now, here's what I'm talking about. Actually, before I talk about that, let me pose a hypothetical. What is it about hospitals? Why are they always so cold and ugly? Not to criticize, since I know that the people in them are there to help, but seriously. I think I get sick sitting in there thinking about being sick.

Anyways, just a little criticism. But, as I sat there watching my wife on a glorified coffee table--actually it was more like a cross between a dining room table and an ottoman--I wondered what she was thinking.

First, the doctor puts a little towel over her and then some sticky gooey stuff--which apparantly was somewhat "warm". Of course, I can't compare between the warm stuff and the cold. But with that said, when I found out it was warm, I was a little jealous and would have liked to put some warm gooey clear stuff on my tummy...oh that'd be nice. But I digress.

From there he reached over to his table of tools and grabbed one of his many scanner things. And then he did it. He put it right over her belly and on the screen was my baby. I gotta admit I was taken aback. The last time we got to see her, she was about 2.5 cm long. This time her head was 2 inches by itself. Can you imagine? That means she's about five or six inches long. At that moment, I wanted to hold her and pet her little head...literally. Then I remembered it's not a puppy. It's a little girl.

So, I looked back at my wife. She was so happy. And I was too, don't get me wrong. But, up until that moment my wife had put up with puking several times a day. She's constantly sick. And, to top it off, she has a difficult time eating anything I cook; of course, she's always had a tough time eating things I cook, but especially so when she's pregnant.

And as we sat there in that room looking at our baby move around, I knew that my wife believed it was all worth it. All the puking and sickness was worth it. And she reached out and grabbed my hand. Up until that point, I'd felt terrible everytime she'd get sick. Fortunately, right then I knew that she'd forgotten about it.