Part II

My husband is a very unique man. I don’t think there are many out there like him. He is pretty special.

He knew from what he had learned about my past that I was going to be a slow date. We dated for over a year before we held hands. One night on the way back from visiting my adopted parents, he reached over and grabbed my hand. He looked at me grinning and asked if I minded. I was just glad the car was dark because I could feel myself blushing 20 shades of red. The first time he kissed me, which was really me kissing him, was after we had all ready been going out for 2 years. I told you I was a slow date. We had gone out to dinner; it was in December. I wanted to thank him and waited for him to walk down the stairs a few steps. There is a foot and about three inches difference in our height. I asked him to stop and gave him a hug thanking him for dinner and proceeded to kiss him on the cheek. At least that was where I was aiming. I missed the mark because HE turned his head. I was so embarrassed!! I missed his cheek and hit his lips. I pulled back quickly and of course he wasn’t a gentlemen because he commented on how red my face was. He then looked at me and said, “We can do better than that…” The next year rolls around which makes it 1993. I was in a bad car accident. I had been sick for two months with some type of pneumonia. I was put on antibiotics. I think you can figure out what happened next.

It was March 29, 1993. One of those landmark days when your whole life takes another twist and turn. I was still sick. My doctor’s decided to run a full panel of blood work. They were trying to figure out what was wrong. I had gone back to my apartment to go to bed. I was hoping to at least get some sleep before he got off from work. The doctor’s office called. The conversation went like this.

“Miss. M? This is Dr. *** office. We have the results of your lab work.”

“Okay”

“Your blood work came back positive.”

“Oh. Positive for what?” I asked. I didn’t know everything the Dr. was checking for.

“Your pregnant.” The nurse was very cheerful when she gave me that little piece of news.

“I’m sorry, but you must be mistaken. I am on the pill.” I was so sure and insistent that I wasn’t pregnant I was not ready to accept this piece of news.

“Yes, mam. You are pregnant,” replied the nurse.

“I know that I can’t be so your test has to be wrong.” I was that naive.

“Well, Miss M. I don’t know what to tell you but you are pregnant.”

“I’m sorry but you will have to do that test again, because there is no way I am pregnant!”

“Fine! How long would it take you to get back to the Dr’s office?”

“I can be there in 10 minutes!” Considering that I lived 25 minutes from the Dr’s office…..making it there in 10 minutes was breaking a speed record for this area.

I made it. I was there in 10 minutes. I walked into the lab and they did the blood work again. This time it had been ordered stat. I was to hang around for an hour then call the nurse back for the results.

I went to the mall.

My hour was up and strolled back into the complex. They have phones for you to use to dial directly to the department you needed. I waited on line until the nurse could pull up the results.

“Miss M.? Your results are definitely positive. You are pregnant.” I didn’t say anything for what seemed like minutes but I know it was only for a few seconds. My throat was getting tight; I was working to hold back the tears. I asked the nurse what I needed to do next. She was very apologetic and said I needed to go back to the lab and have all of my prenatal blood work done. I went back into the lab and the techs are congratulating me. That was enough. The tears started to roll down my cheeks. The more I cried the happier they were for me.

I walked out to the car and sat there for almost two hours. I couldn’t drive I was crying so hard. You would have thought I was an 18 year old who had just found out she was expecting rather than a 28 year old. I was scared. I was ashamed.

Why, do you ask am I wasting all my time with these stories? I wanted to give you an idea of who we are. How our life together started out. We loved each other but it was inferred. Neither one of us was really ready to use the words. We were both afraid I guess. He is the type of man who demonstrates his love through his actions. Words have always been meaningless to him because of all the words his mother used. You could say whatever but your actions would always prove otherwise.

He took the news of the pregnancy much better than I did. He also understood why I felt ashamed and why I was scared. He did ask the typical male question….”How did this happen?” He then clarified what he was asking knowing that I had been taking the pill. Antibiotics. Our daughter is an antibiotic baby.

He just looked at me and said Okay. He then informed that we would be getting marries. I was a little surprised because he had never actually mentioned marriage to me. He just assumed that I knew he had planned on marrying me. This just moved his plans up by a year.

I told him that I had given the Dr’s permission to discuss my medical history to verify everything and that he could go to the Dr’s appointment with me. They needed his history also.

The next step was informing his parents. Again, we are not dealing with an 18 year old here. We were 28 and 24 at the time. I didn’t know he was 4 years younger than me until after we had been going out for almost a year.

To say that his parents didn’t take it well would be putting it mildly. He told me that his mom didn’t like me….but I thought she would eventually like me once she really got to know me. I could not have been more wrong in that assumption.

~ by wifeofngh on May 31, 2008.