Itâ€™s been one of those weeks where the Universe wants to remind me that I canâ€™t control every aspect of my life. With an emergency hospital visit, multiple doctor appointments, a parking ticket, jury duty service, late to work, missing work, car issues and preparing for the holidays on top of it all… by Thursday, I was not only in a sour mood but ready to wave the white flag.
The most startling thing that happened this week was when I got a text message on Tuesday morning from my wife that said, â€śDonâ€™t panicâ€¦in the hospital. Babies are ok.â€ť The reason why I got this message (instead of a phone call) was because I was serving jury duty and my phone had been in the â€śoff positionâ€ť from 8-10am. So when we were all released for a break at 10am, I turned on my phone to check my messages and learned that my poor wife had taken a nasty spill in the street and landed right on her belly while trying to get her pregnant self to work. I explained to the folks in charge at jury duty selection that I had a family emergency and I understood they probably hear every excuse in the book but that Iâ€™d be happy to come back and finish my civic duty another day.
Luckily, the woman I spoke to was extremely compassionate while I explained my situation (disclosing family dynamics sometimes makes me feel vulnerable), but this womanâ€™s kindness showed no prejudice. She instead congratulated me on our â€śdelightfullyâ€ť growing family; assured me everything would be fine and even released me from serving jury duty for the next year.
I quickly headed over to the hospital. They had admitted my wife right away and got her hooked up to monitors to check the babiesâ€™ heart rates and started an IV because she was dehydrated by the time she got to the hospital. So by the time I showed up, the doctor was satisfied that the babies were fine and my wife, although physically and emotionally bruised, would be ok.
The next few days provided us with a few annoyances to make our holidays merry. We found out we need some expensive repairs to our car and we ended up with a parking violation when our â€śquickâ€ť ultrasound appointment turned into a 90-minute wait just to be seen (which also caused us both to miss half a day of work). Each situation isnâ€™t terrible (except for my wifeâ€™s hospital visit), itâ€™s just when its all served up in one week, itâ€™s extremely challenging to endure!
By the end of the week, I was not a happy camper. But then I reached in my coat pocket and pulled out a little ultrasound pic (from the marathon appointment that morning) and saw Baby Aâ€™s little hand with her palm spread out, waving (to me) in the womb and I thought, â€śthis is so worth it.â€ť
So I woke up Friday morning and realized that this is only the beginning. We are bound to have challenges ahead and the stakes will only get higher. I canâ€™t control everything around me but I CAN control the way I choose to handle difficulties.