So, we are pregnant...so says the 3 pregnancy tests that sit on the counter. This was Wednesday, July 4. The next morning, I called my doctor who is my regular doctor. She also does well woman check up's but does not follow pregnancies. I called and they told me to go ahead and come in. They'll do the first appointment, blood work, test to confirm pregnancy, and then refer me out to an OB. They scheduled the appointment for Friday morning. The family I work for was still at the beach so this worked out perfectly. Cory decided to take off work to come along and be supportive which was so sweet! I was thrilled but continuously assured him over and over, "You know, it's not going to be anything special. It's not like we're going to see the baby or anything. It's too early. They will just do tests." He then repeatedly told me that he didn't care. It was my first appointment and he was going to be there for me. So on we go to the doctor together...
They called us back and then I heard those dreadful words "Go ahead and take all of your clothes off and you can use this (a napkin basically...I mean like the thinnest one I've ever seen) to cover up with. Yuck...but who does like doing this? I was trying to "woman up" and just do it because it was just the beginning of this long journey of discomfort and immodesty that pregnancy/childbirth is. So I follow the directions and lay down while beginning to explain to Cory everything that's about to happen like what a pap smear is and all that it involves. That was followed by my dearest husband saying things like, "You're just laying there naked with a shoulder pad napkin on. HAHAHA." I then lovingly tell him that this was the most vulnerable position to be in and if he was going to crack jokes, he could do it in the waiting room. Just to clear up any question, we weren't fighting. It was more of a playful, yet serious banter.
Hah...He then apologizes and confesses that he doesn't know how to deal with super anxious situations like this except to revert to humor but that it shouldn't be at my expense. So if you didn't know this about Cory, he is very queasy talking about medical things and such. So we continue to wait together as he tries to avoid the reality of what was about to happen. Then he said a few things like, "Thanks for getting your pap smeared for our family." and "How many times will you have to do this?"
These quotes were interrupted with my sweet doctor opening the door and saying, "Congratulations mom and dad! You're pregnant!" She then explained along with her nurse what they would do during the appointment. Up came the stirrups and out came the speculum. You know the rest. Cory came over and stood next to me holding my hand. They have the speculum in place about to do the deed. I was not looking at Cory knowing it would make it worse for him and then all of the sudden, I saw/felt his torso hit the bed next to me and for a second, I was thinking, "Is he trying to like snuggle with me right now?"
That's when I realized, this was bad. He passed out but it wasn't one of those where people "pass smooth out". There was nothing smooth about it. It was incredibly violent. His 6' 3" self passed out, hit the table where I was laying, fell again and hit the side of the table which cut his eye and was followed by an intense fall to the floor. When I realized what was happening, I grabbed his arm trying to brace his fall to the floor but it all happened so fast. Even knowing that he gets queasy about stuff like this, I just had so much adrenaline in me already because of the awkwardness of laying there naked and now since he passed out. I started FREAKING out. Completely freaking out. I started screaming and trying to brace his fall while the doctor yells at me, "Hannah! DON'T MOVE!" because the speculum was in and I was reaching off the bed toward my basically unconscious husband. He tried to pick himself up and kept falling repeatedly over. It is quite hilarious now but at the time, it was such a sad thing to see my strong husband be so helpless in that moment as he tried to pick his head up with continuous fails. Well, the nurse calls for backup. The doctor takes the speculum out. My doctor looked at me as they propped Cory up against the wall and said, "I know who won't be in the delivery room."
Cory had random mumblings of, "I don't know what happened. I just had a really bad dream! I'm sorry this is not about me. It's supposed to be about you. I'm sorry...I'm sorry. I don't know what happened."
The nurse looked up at me and said, "I'm sorry mam, we're going to have to move your husband to the next room and check his vitals."
Oh, how hilarious was this moment. So much had just happened, and then I was fine. The doctor assured me everything would be fine. They had a team of people helping him and his red marks and gash on his eye. Poor guy :( My doctor finished running my tests and Cory came in my room for a little bit. Then he just went to the car to nap after the doctors cleared him too.
It was traumatic yet stinkin' hilarious! Although the story's much better hearing it in person, hopefully most of it translated well enough. So needless to say, he didn't go to work at all that Friday. He went home and went to sleep but thankfully, no concussion.
Now my wondering is, "Was it a delivery room prophesy?" haha... oh, I hope not! My dear grandfather wisely suggested we get him a good helmet and a nice chair for the delivery room! :)
We really are working hard to try medicines to ease his queasiness and work in baby steps toward the delivery process. Good thing we have about 6 and a half months before that happens! When those of you who are faithfully praying for us to have a healthy and ease in pregnancy, please also pray that Cory can be present and conscious throughout the whole process...doctors visits, delivery, and all! I have currently gone to 2 appointments on my own with my new OB due to complications and him not able to take off work at the last minute. This Tuesday will be his first appointment to go to since the episode. Oh, and about the complications...everything's fine and we have heard a really sweet and strong heartbeat!
Listening to that heartbeat so stirs my affections for the Creator as He is knitting our baby together in my womb.
Just like the Hannah (that I was named after in Samuel) prayed for a child and her thankfulness to the Lord was this, "For this child I have prayed and the Lord has granted me my petition that I made to Him." 1 Samuel 1:27
This is still not a treasure that is mine. God has entrusted me to care for and be a good steward of this gift that is HIS and is from Him. The day/days that I forget that are times where my treasure is ultimately not found in Him. It is a daily, sometimes hourly surrender of this baby to Him. I am beyond grateful to be this baby's mommy however long I am blessed to. May we always hold fast to the same truth that He is good, He is for us, and He does as He pleases as a Holy God.
We bless Him holy name and rejoice in His faithfulness and character!
They called us back and then I heard those dreadful words "Go ahead and take all of your clothes off and you can use this (a napkin basically...I mean like the thinnest one I've ever seen) to cover up with. Yuck...but who does like doing this? I was trying to "woman up" and just do it because it was just the beginning of this long journey of discomfort and immodesty that pregnancy/childbirth is. So I follow the directions and lay down while beginning to explain to Cory everything that's about to happen like what a pap smear is and all that it involves. That was followed by my dearest husband saying things like, "You're just laying there naked with a shoulder pad napkin on. HAHAHA." I then lovingly tell him that this was the most vulnerable position to be in and if he was going to crack jokes, he could do it in the waiting room. Just to clear up any question, we weren't fighting. It was more of a playful, yet serious banter.
Hah...He then apologizes and confesses that he doesn't know how to deal with super anxious situations like this except to revert to humor but that it shouldn't be at my expense. So if you didn't know this about Cory, he is very queasy talking about medical things and such. So we continue to wait together as he tries to avoid the reality of what was about to happen. Then he said a few things like, "Thanks for getting your pap smeared for our family." and "How many times will you have to do this?"
These quotes were interrupted with my sweet doctor opening the door and saying, "Congratulations mom and dad! You're pregnant!" She then explained along with her nurse what they would do during the appointment. Up came the stirrups and out came the speculum. You know the rest. Cory came over and stood next to me holding my hand. They have the speculum in place about to do the deed. I was not looking at Cory knowing it would make it worse for him and then all of the sudden, I saw/felt his torso hit the bed next to me and for a second, I was thinking, "Is he trying to like snuggle with me right now?"
That's when I realized, this was bad. He passed out but it wasn't one of those where people "pass smooth out". There was nothing smooth about it. It was incredibly violent. His 6' 3" self passed out, hit the table where I was laying, fell again and hit the side of the table which cut his eye and was followed by an intense fall to the floor. When I realized what was happening, I grabbed his arm trying to brace his fall to the floor but it all happened so fast. Even knowing that he gets queasy about stuff like this, I just had so much adrenaline in me already because of the awkwardness of laying there naked and now since he passed out. I started FREAKING out. Completely freaking out. I started screaming and trying to brace his fall while the doctor yells at me, "Hannah! DON'T MOVE!" because the speculum was in and I was reaching off the bed toward my basically unconscious husband. He tried to pick himself up and kept falling repeatedly over. It is quite hilarious now but at the time, it was such a sad thing to see my strong husband be so helpless in that moment as he tried to pick his head up with continuous fails. Well, the nurse calls for backup. The doctor takes the speculum out. My doctor looked at me as they propped Cory up against the wall and said, "I know who won't be in the delivery room."
Cory had random mumblings of, "I don't know what happened. I just had a really bad dream! I'm sorry this is not about me. It's supposed to be about you. I'm sorry...I'm sorry. I don't know what happened."
The nurse looked up at me and said, "I'm sorry mam, we're going to have to move your husband to the next room and check his vitals."
Oh, how hilarious was this moment. So much had just happened, and then I was fine. The doctor assured me everything would be fine. They had a team of people helping him and his red marks and gash on his eye. Poor guy :( My doctor finished running my tests and Cory came in my room for a little bit. Then he just went to the car to nap after the doctors cleared him too.
It was traumatic yet stinkin' hilarious! Although the story's much better hearing it in person, hopefully most of it translated well enough. So needless to say, he didn't go to work at all that Friday. He went home and went to sleep but thankfully, no concussion.
Now my wondering is, "Was it a delivery room prophesy?" haha... oh, I hope not! My dear grandfather wisely suggested we get him a good helmet and a nice chair for the delivery room! :)
We really are working hard to try medicines to ease his queasiness and work in baby steps toward the delivery process. Good thing we have about 6 and a half months before that happens! When those of you who are faithfully praying for us to have a healthy and ease in pregnancy, please also pray that Cory can be present and conscious throughout the whole process...doctors visits, delivery, and all! I have currently gone to 2 appointments on my own with my new OB due to complications and him not able to take off work at the last minute. This Tuesday will be his first appointment to go to since the episode. Oh, and about the complications...everything's fine and we have heard a really sweet and strong heartbeat!
Listening to that heartbeat so stirs my affections for the Creator as He is knitting our baby together in my womb.
Just like the Hannah (that I was named after in Samuel) prayed for a child and her thankfulness to the Lord was this, "For this child I have prayed and the Lord has granted me my petition that I made to Him." 1 Samuel 1:27
This is still not a treasure that is mine. God has entrusted me to care for and be a good steward of this gift that is HIS and is from Him. The day/days that I forget that are times where my treasure is ultimately not found in Him. It is a daily, sometimes hourly surrender of this baby to Him. I am beyond grateful to be this baby's mommy however long I am blessed to. May we always hold fast to the same truth that He is good, He is for us, and He does as He pleases as a Holy God.
We bless Him holy name and rejoice in His faithfulness and character!
Hannah!!!!! This is hilarious!!!!!! Your poor hubbyyyyyyyyyy!!! Hahaaa!! It reminds me of when my mom came with me when I has getting stitches and she got so sick at the sight if my blood, they made me get off the table so she could lay down!!!!!!! Hahahah!!! Why is it always worse having to WATCH?!? Ahhhhh, love your posts and getting to keep up with you guys!!!!!!!! Soooo happy for you!!!!!!!!
ReplyDelete