Last week, it was birthday of my daughter Heather, now 25 years! Out of college, engaged to marry, for example, and wise and beautiful, I could not be, but the proudest father on earth. I thought I heard her say: “… A promotion with a raise, “as they punched the buttons on the microwave, heat Fudge.
In hallucinate a second, was the delivery room kitchen at New York Hospital, the hospital where my baby is born. Dressed in a white dress, I left the watch of delivery. And as I held the hand of my wife and watched the miracle of birth, change in one minute from New York, the glare of the room dark foreboding.
Something was definitely wrong!
The crisis that has paralyzed me relax: resonance Pager flash screens, voices become louder, the controls off. At first, I heard whispers, “Umbilical cord …” “Blue …” “Oxygen supply …” Baby Blue! “Blue and then shouts,” code at the top!
The rush of the moment was clouded my mind, and all I could think was that I lost my daughter, my baby is born. Since no one bothered to explain what was happening, in my opinion was filled with the worst thoughts. All the actions complained of my life was going in procession funny to me, on me, reminded me that I am not a perfect man, and that I had sinned against God, foreign and neighbor. Guilt overwhelmed me.
cried to the Lord in my distress
In complete desperation, my mind clouded, nor completely panic, I fell to my knees and looked up to heaven and said: “I have your patience, my God, punish me tested but we must live child. “Raspy and my voice broke and lame repeated:” Take me God, but do not take it. ” have forgotten, my prayers since I had been away from church for many years, I was unable to repeat my simple words.
The nurse had left behind my wife immediately visited the soothing, calming them. But she had no further information about my baby as I do. Seeing my distress, I was assured that the stress and turbulence were really care and that the baby goes back to the rule that they had a special unit on the sixth floor of the “Pree-Mees,” (born prematurely), Babies “blue” and other difficult deliveries.
”They have the best equipment and qualified personnel in the world!” She boasted. “Upstairs is like a spaceship.”
”Up where?” I asked. “Does she want?
”Yes, parents are allowed, but not during the emergency leave. But see.”
My heart in my mouth, half-tripping over my own clumsy steps, I made a mad dash toward the elevators. Once on the sixth floor, through the large window I could see the obstetrician and his disciples gathered around an incubator. Apparently, the child had been rescued, seemed to be collected, in fact, they seemed happy, a smile on their faces show everyone in the group.
Of all the faces in the group, you may have seen in my direction and nodded a reassuring manner, I found this inappropriate, because the man was a giant, large, heavy African-American, dressed a light blue uniform, with one corresponding to the CAP.
Do not miss the intrusion is, “I return to my wife that the baby was rescued in an emergency, whether on his own breath in an incubator. When I stress again, the long endless corridors, the elevator seems to slow my own clumsy steps, and I suggest that it is immersed in a nightmare. Doubt filled my mind, my baby was really good? Or had I mentioned the scene? “God, do not let me go my way,” I asked.
I cried to my God
Early in the morning, when my wife started contractions, I realized that I had to miss work. Since I had just rented a new assistant supervisor, I immediately called to her house and she has made the payroll of several million dollars, write transfers to cover it, or verify the neck and call options that I work on the investment portfolio and others that I normally handled. In my pride and arrogance, I feared my ministry would collapse in my absence. Useless, I crushed the poor man, as I have broken controls. Little Faith, so I put on the capabilities of others. Well, the staff of the hospital, I work as a team effort continuously turned to me that people care and are proud of their work.
A few minutes later came the obstetrician and the nurses and told us that the umbilical cord had twisted and tied off the baby’s neck and oxygen, and they would keep them in the sixth floor for a few days. And if it was “a little blue,” not in the category of “blue baby syndrome fell ‘because these babies born with a congenital heart defect.
As I listened, my heart was full of joy. But a voice of reason kept me because I wanted to shout my thanks to the sky. The word “Hosanna came to me, but I was not sure what that meant, so I remained silent, enjoying the warmth, the ecstasy of the triumph of life over death.
From his temple he heard my voice, my cry reached his ears.
With the permission of the doctor, I was allowed to return to the sixth floor to see my daughter. Only nurses in the vicinity of the incubators are allowed, then I had with Heather to look through the windows of the content. The nurse went into a big black “Pree-mee – feet and hands – on the palm of his hand off, and there he put the voice Pree-mee in the incubator, the giant smiled.’s Name man to read a day, “Samuel Moseley.
Pointing my baby, I could see that it is a piece of pink ribbon in a knot and Scotch tape it on top of his head twisted Heather. I gave the man the thumbs up, when I looked out the window mouth: “Thank you, Samuel.”
The following is the next thing I never trust anybody, but it is high time for me to share my experiences.
When I went into the bedroom of my wife the next day I felt a little silly wearing a crown of flowers, the flowers are everywhere. Some friends were already there, and supporters, the phone rang. After a while, I excused myself and went to the sixth floor to see my baby and give Samuel a box of chocolates. But Samuel was not there.
I ran to the reception station and asked the participants to the box of chocolates to give Samuel later, when he entered the sisters looked. “There is no Sam or Samuel or nurse on this floor,” said one of them. “They may be confused,” the sister added, “perhaps in another building or on the ground.”
The sharp tones of the microwave pulled me out of my reverie. “Dad?” I heard Heather. “I am pleased with the application of the law school of thought – you think I’m ready or am I too early?”
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