I didn’t care how I looked at this point, though Jesse had helped me shower that morning and I wore a fresh pair of cozy pants under the hospital gown. The nurse didn’t seem to mind either when she came to monitor the baby’s heart rate. I’d been doing so well. I never expected the sudden weakness that washed over me shortly into the visit.
My lids hung heavy, my body lethargic and achy, my mother sitting beside me all concerned. I felt every ounce of energy leave me like an undertow had sucked out my very breath. I could barely lift my head though I remember through it all my daughter was swishing around as unaffected as ever. At one point, as everything darkened, I recall thinking my God, is this it? Please save this baby! I’m not sure how long that frightful episode lasted, but shortly afterwards, when my energy returned and my vitals had been taken again and the baby had been checked out, the on-call doctor came in for a visit. Based on my almost complete recovery of senses and the low level of pain, she deducted that the stones had merely moved a significant amount. Sure felt like something bigger had been happening, but I liked her answer better! My blood pressure and temperature had been fine and my daughter, well, she never stopped dancing down in her little world.
The rest of the visit had gone great and my mother-in-law finished off our makeshift Thanksgiving with a healing prayer for me. It could have been the random lethargy, or the entire fact that my life had paused in the last week, frozen in time until these stones saw fit to release me from their bonds. Maybe it was the unselfish way that my family had been there for me unceasing and constantly vigilant. Maybe it was even the innocence that danced on untroubled by the world immediately beyond her own throughout the entire experience. God knows it must have been everything at once that overwhelmed me, but I have more than I could ever express to be thankful for.
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