Okay, so I know it sounds cliche... But there are moments that change your life forever. I had two of those moments last week.
As Martha mentioned briefly in last week’s paper, Laura had our daughter on April 11. Adeline Elane was eight pounds, eight ounces and 19 inches long.
Laura had to have an emergency C-Section, but we were both able to see the baby when they pulled her out. It’s hard to explain the emotions, although any parents reading this know. It’s somewhere between disbelief, amazement, happiness, anxiety, joy, etc.
I felt this overwhelming urge to cry when I first saw her, but the emotions were such a whirlwind that the urge went away as soon as it came. [I’m not a robot though... a couple of tears did wet the corners of my eyes.] Judging by the look on Laura’s face, I think the same whirlwind overtook her as well.
The next moment that changed my life was much less joyful. I won’t go into it, but Laura had complications afterwards. I don’t even know if they were life-threatening. Medical professionals tend to be pretty vague about how dangerous the situation is unless they know for sure you’re on the cusp.
I don’t want to know how dangerous it was in truth. I just know that I am now scarred for life. The first night, I stayed up and just watched Laura sleep. Let me tell you, a night goes by very slow when you’re in such a situation. Maybe I’m overreacting. Let’s hope I am.