Last Night (By Casey)

I was right in the middle of a dream (although I forget what about now), when I was suddenly awakened by Jenn shaking my arm. I could see she was wide awake and looked almost a little distressed. “Honey,” she said,”my water broke…our baby’s coming.”

Holy crap. It’s really happening. What happened next is kind of a blur, but I did my best to crate Skeeter (who was going nuts; he can always tell when something is up) and help Jenn out to the Buick, grabbing wallets and cell phones on the way.

I called her parents on the 20-minute drive to the hospital, and luckily, mananged to wake up Sandy. When I told her what was happening, she started crying and told me that she would get there as soon as she could.

I called Stacey next, then my parents, and pretty much got similar reactions.

The contractions started on the way to the hospital. I did my best to drive fast, but steady. I admit that I had flashbacks to the story my Dad has told me many times about my Mom throwing up in his car while in labor with me. I realize that I don’t care about collateral damage, I just want Jenn and the baby to get through this ok.

We made it to the hospital without incident. We were given a room. Jenn was in labor for five hours, which probably felt much shorter for me than for her. On a positive note, it gave Sandy time to get there from Vermont. Even Mike managed to come with her, his third time out of Vermont in thirty years. Stacey and my parents, only living 30 minutes away, made it in plenty of time.

I spent much of my time holding Jenn’s hand, and doing my best to comfort her. She was nervous…how much would it hurt? Would the baby be born healthy? I have to admit, that I was just as nervous, but tried to maintain my composure for her.

I was never so nervous, as when it came time for her to push. She held me hand so tight..and I did my best to hold back. I was crying; I couldn’t help it. Jenn told me later that it didn’t hurt as bad as she thought. It didn’t take long, and at 9:27 am on Wednesday, November 14th, I’m pleased to announce…

…nothing.

We woke up at 5 am like normal. We went to work. I spent my lunch break writing a work of fiction for people to read.

On Friday, February 25th, 2011, Jenn had a miscarriage (as explained in her post from today and others). The above story might have happened today, or tomorrow, or next week. It might have happened in a different way. We’ll never know. All we’ll know is what DID happen. And all we can do is hope that this story will play out in some form, some day, for a different baby.

Happy Birthday, Baby That Never Was.

November sucks.