My wife’s mother Susan had been visiting on this lovely Thursday afternoon, the day before Amar’s 3rd birthday. Susan was taking her leave and already out to her car when Diana discovered her mother had left something behind. Diana went hurriedly out after her.
Well, most likely this brought her to feel contractions and she was sure the baby was on its way. Susan brought Diana back into the apartment and said to me, “Son, I do believe we have a situation here. Looks like Diana is going into labor!”
Immediately we scrambled to grab a few things for her and rushed out to our white Rambler so we would get to the emergency at St John’s Hospital; our go-to local hospital and fortunately just over a mile up the road.
Susan of course stayed back with her two grandchildren. What good fortune that she was still there!
As it all happened the contractions were noted as a false alarm. There were more goings-on while I was downstairs at the Admissions desk. The obstetrician who watched over Diana’s 3rd pregnancy was scheduled to leave on his vacation the very next day and therefore suggested to Diana to let him induce her labor.
He felt she was close enough to her due date anyway. I found this all out later on. Now I was still filling out the paperwork when our 3rd child entered this world. The admissions lady who was helping me with filling out said paperwork got a phone call.
She hung up rather quickly and immediately said to me, “Congratulations!”
‘What happened?’ I asked her, surprised. She looked at me rather startled that I should ask, what? Then she smiled and with a little laugh said, “Your wife just gave birth to a son!” She then told me, as soon as we finished the documents I could go up to see them both.
It was actually a bit of a time before I was able to go up to the maternity floor. ‘I’ve been blessed with another son!’ I thought to myself with this very warm and generous feeling in my heart, one of immense gratitude in fact as I made my way up to the nurse’s station for direction to my wife’s room.
When I arrived at her room I paused in the doorway for a moment looking at Diana in the bed with a giant smile across her face. She pointed to him and I walked over to give her a kiss first.
Then over to feast my eyes upon the newest addition to our family. He was swaddled up like a papoose and in his little baby bed near to Diana. Another precious son with lots of hair was waiting to meet me.
I looked at her again and said, ‘So fast?’ and she laughed a bit weakly and then said, “He couldn’t wait, you’ll have to take it up with him.” After the nurse clearly identified me as the father, she lifted him up and handed him to me.
I held him with great joy and kissed his forehead. ‘Nice to meet you my son.’ After a few moments in adoration, I sensed I should hand him over to his mother. I thought he probably wanted to be close to where he just came from. Makes sense right?
We talked proudly for a little bit and then she had something else she wanted to tell me. It was about the delivery and what happened before our son was actually born. Diana relayed to me about the false alarm and then the induced labor process. She continued the narration by telling me something quite disturbing.
Diana told me she had become a bit conscious even with the anesthesia, right in the middle of the delivery and while not really feeling any movement she heard the delivery room staff talking in a bit of a frantic tone and the doctor’s voice saying, “Let the mother go, save the baby!”
I cannot begin to describe how that caused me to feel. We shared some heartfelt words between us. Then I told her I should be getting back to the kids. “I’ve got to let mom know that you’re all right and that she’s been blessed with third grandson!’ I kissed the both of them again.
Diana of course agreed and added, “And the kids need to know they have a new baby brother and that the both of us will be home soon!” Still holding on to that gratitude and love, I said good night and with one final glance in their direction for the evening, I headed back home to my other two children and their grandmother Susan.
Celebration to be sure and especially in light of the close-call which I decided not to say anything to Susan; I thought it best to let Diana tell the events to her mother herself. Susan was joyed and the kids showed their excitement.
🍾 I opened a nice cold bottle of champagne, 🥂 frosted glasses for all four of us.
Susan and I toasted with the bubbly and the two kids with their ice cold chocolate 🥛 milk. ‘I’ll take all of you to the hospital to meet them tomorrow. And then we’ll name your baby brother! Right now we will toast in happiness and gratitude.’
Susan stayed over that night.