So I have not posted for a little while. As I have done a couple posts before, I wrote elaborate explanations of my frustration and anxiousness but a better part came over me and cancelled the post before I published. Simply said, it was a difficult week last week. We had our bi-weekly appointment and found Tiffany's cervix had changed from about 37 mm to 30 mm. You could feel the ultrasound technician’s anxiousness as she saw the readings and it was downhill from there. I felt like the room as a vacuum of our emotions. How could we change so much after we thought we were in the clear? Tiffany broke down in tears in the elevator and I spent the next 6 days and nights in earthly purgatory while on the road, away from my bride as we awaited today's appointment.
They wanted to see us again this week so we knew that was not great news. Reason enough for concern that they would require an extra visit. I was somehow able to maintain a reasonable about of tranquility but deep down I was ready for the worst. If I don’t remain steadfast, how can Tiff? But the news came...
We are back up to 35 mm and the doctor is skeptical of the results last week but has reason to feel a great exhale, so do we. Modified activity, even from a 'non-activity' pregnancy is the prescription for the time being. Meaning essentially that Tiff needs to take it extra easy and he be prescribed days at home for her work. He wants to see us weekly for a while to see if it is a trend or an anomaly but overall an enormous burden has been lifted from our shoulders. I feel so much relief, I cannot even begin to articulate my emotions.
After all of that before 10AM...I have to say it has been a bizarre day. I was traveling to our national meeting today and got behind a 6'7", 300 lb Missouri football player in security going to his first NFL mini-camp. As a big football fan, I was in awe to say the least. Then I proceeded to my plane only to run into Bret Michaels who was sitting two rows in front of me on the plane. I proceeded to fly to my destination only to see someone I think the world of have a tribute on their behalf in our meeting in front of the entire sales organization and I just happened to be sitting next to him for the presentation. A PowerPoint with his favorite band playing in the background, former and current leaders had quotes about his time with the company while pictures showed his dedication towards our wonderful company. It cumulated with a standing ovation only to have a spotlight hit his family that had been flown in just for the dedication, without his knowledge, just for him. He and his wife cried together as we cheered and we toasted his commitment to our company.
Talk about a day full of emotions. I am drained and can only sit back and think...I am so lucky to have my wife, my job, and my life. I only hope I can give my child the joy and appreciation that I had today when they finally make their way into this world. If we can only get 8 more weeks….
E-I-G-H-T!?!?
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Eight. 8. Ocho. Anyway you say it, I don't like it. Eight definitely
removes any chances of being called a baby. Eight means going into third
grade. E...
13 years ago
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I'm saying prayers for you guys. 8 weeks....
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