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The nurse left work at five o’clock.
The friendly nurse, that sits at the front desk and always smiles when I look up at her while fidgeting in the waiting room. I must have that look on my face. The look that says “how did I end up here again?” I bet every guy in the waiting room makes that face. She seems so sweet. I bet she smiles at all of us.
Actually, I know how I ended up in the office, I just didn’t think it would be so soon. As fate would have it I used to be a patient of the eye doctor on the same floor. I passed the door to this office many times. I bumped into it once after they dilated my pupils. It was half open. There is a sign on the inside of the door that reads “Please make sure this door is completely closed” so I must not have been the only victim.
I know what time the nurse left because I held the door for her when I arrived for a five o’clock appointment. I was on time. I’m usually always on time. In my youth though, I was always early. Annoyingly early. Early for school, early for appointments and even early for dates. I’d circle the block for at least twenty minutes to waste time. I always wondered what would happen if she peeked out the window to see my ride doing laps around the neighborhood like a pace car at Pocono Speedway. Would she mention it during dinner or after a couple of glasses of Pinot Courage? She never mentioned it.
Eventually, I just started knocking on the door no matter how early. Then I’d watch her race around getting ready. It all seems like last week. It’s so fresh in my mind that now I’m really wondering how the hell I ended up here so fast.
The nurse that comes in at 5 o’clock, the one that doesn’t smile for anyone, she called my name. Well the last name is mine. The first name belongs to my wife. We follow the miserable nurse in the happy face scrubs (irony as its zenith) into the last room on the left.
“Please lie down on the table” the nurse commands “and bring down your pants just a little.”
“Isn’t that how we got into this mess,” I joked. The machines chirped and replaced the usual crickets. There is nothing worse than being the only person in the room that finds a joke funny. It happens more than I care to admit.
The nurse lifted my wife’s shirt to just below her bra and placed a microphone-like stick into her belly button. The wife giggled. She’s ticklish beyond belief. This might have been a nervous laugh. The nurse moved the stick in circles, reminiscent of my car in the minutes before our dates. My wife and I watched the nurses’ every move. It finally dawned on both of us to watch the screen to our right.
How did we get here so fast?
“There it is” the nurse said.
It’s tiny. It moved around, almost like it was showing off. It made us both smile. Even the nurse cracked a grin.
The baby is early. Showed up and we aren’t ready.
It gets that from its dad.
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I could read this story 100 times and 100 times, I could tear up at the end. Yes I am a big mush, especially when guys talk about their families. Congratulations Momma and Poppa Illuminati.
Congrats…. On the baby! And on the ever improved technique!
oh my goodness! BIG, HUGE congratulations!
Oh my gosh, Chris! WOW! Congratulations!
Congrats Chris!!!! The best advice I can give you guys right now is to relax, vacation, relax and vacation some more
You won’t be doing too much of that in 9 months– so sleep up my friend!
Congratulations! Having “been there, done that” twice, I can honestly say that this will be the absolute best experience of your life!
If you can figure out how to make babies show up only when people are ready you’d be rich. There are a few people in my family that would provide seed money for that venture.
Congrats!
Congratulations Chris! Keep the ultrasound pictures, get them scanned and make prints. I have the picture of mine, 6 weeks and 2 days, a little peanut. We lost the baby later that week unfortunately. I look at that picture still and it tears me apart, but it reminds me of the one of the happiest times of my life. I’m with a girl I love, she loves me as much as I do her, and as much as I was scared shitless about being a dad, I was actually confident and oddly proud. Enjoy these 9 months Chris, no matter how stressful they are, your love will only continue to grow for each other. I wish you all the best.
Sorry to ramble.
CONGRATS!!!! That’s super exciting! You guys are in for a wild ride
Awwww!!! LOVE this. Print it out, keep it for the baby book! And congrats on fatherhood - I’m eagerly awaiting all the fodder a baby is going to provide you with!
I love that story. I am crying, weeping. What a great moment, and told only the way you could. Congrats dad and mom!
Congrats - can it talk yet?
As a mom of four kids ranging from 15-3 (and rockin’ funny momblogger- wink!) I can tell you: don’t listen to any parenting advice. That’s why God gave us parenting instincts. And school buses.
And:
b.) the pants thing WAS funny.
Chris, I’m so happy for you guys! How exciting! Congrats!!!
Congrats! Long life to you and your fam!