Panic
So I am driving home last night, cell phone rings, it's C, she says her blood pressure was up at the OB/GYN's and they are sending her to the hospital.
This isn't really the kind of thing you look forward to when your wife is 31 weeks pregnant. We get to the hospital, I have no idea where I am going. I guess it is good practice for when the real thing happens right? The elevator summon button on the first floor of the hospital is broken, so we have to wait until someone actually wants to come to the floor we are already on, in order to get on the elevator. All in all it boiled down to a lot of waiting, a lot of discomfort for C, and baby and mother are okay.
I think "frantic" sums up the evening's emotion.
Posted on Wednesday, August 13, 2003, at 10:17 AM