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We got married three months ago, at the firehouse with our friends and co-workers there. Sam was having an emotional and hormonal day, and I surprised her with a wedding. That made her emotional too, but in a good way. We haven’t had a honeymoon, but I promised her we would have one after the baby is born, and old enough.
We are currently in the waiting room of her doctor’s office waiting for her weekly check-up. Alisa had twins a few months ago, so we’ve had newborns to practice our parenting skills on.
“Mrs. Samantha Yates,” the nurse calls, and I help Sam out of the chair.
“Right this way, please.”
The nurse checks her weight, blood pressure, and temperature, then leads us into a room, asking Sam to strip from the waist down, and put on a gown.
I help her get her pants off and put the gown on, then help her onto the examining table. I finished putting the sheet on her when the doctor walks in.
“Good afternoon, Mrs. Yates, how are you feeling today?”
“Like an elephant,” my wife says with disgust in her voice.
“Let’s check you out and see if you have any dilation.”
The doctor lifts the sheet, places my wife’s feet in the stirrups, and pulls her gloves on, adding some KY gel to her gloved fingers, before placing them inside my wife.
“Oh,” the doctor says, pulling her fingers out of my wife.
“Have you been having any contractions?”
“I’ve had some discomfort, but I don’t know if it’s been contractions,” Sam tells her.
“I’m going to send you to the hospital to get checked in, you are about four centimeters dilated.”
“Okay,” Sam says.
“Once you get checked in, I’ll be over shortly to check on your progress.”
Sam and I nod as the doctor leaves the room, so I can get Sam dressed. We go next door to the hospital and check-in. They take us up to a room where Sam has to strip and put on another gown, then they place these bands around her that’s hooked to a machine. I immediately hear the baby’s heartbeat.
“Mrs. Yates, are you feeling any contractions?”
“I don’t think so, just some discomfort,” Sam replies.
“Hmmm, okay. Well, everything looks good, the doctor will be in to check on you in a little while.”
I walk with the nurse to the door, “What are you not saying?”
She jumps a little at me being beside her so quickly. “Sorry,” I mutter.
“No worries and everything with the baby is fine, I’m just shocked she didn’t feel the contraction she was having at that moment. It was pretty strong.”
“Is that not normal?”
“People deal with pain differently, her pain tolerance could just be very high. We will check on her again in a little while,” the nurse tells me with a smile, and I walk back to my wife.
‘Hey baby girl, looks like we are going to have a baby today.”
“I’m not ready,” she says, crying.
“Baby, we are ready for this. You are going to make a wonderful mom,” I tell her, kissing the top of her head.
“Are you sure? What if I’m an awful mother?”
“You could never be an awful mother, and you are too stubborn to fail at something.”
