First off, I want to apologize for not posting yesterday. We are out of town and have been having some technical difficulties.
But, today in Sundays at Grandma's we will be hearing from Nicholas, Nora's dad and my husband. I want to thank Nick again for being able to go to the dark places of grief and share his story in order to help others with theirs.
The story begins about a year ago when I found out that my wife, Lindsey, was pregnant. We had been trying to get pregnant for a few months when she came into the bedroom on the morning that we were closing on our new home. She came over to me, as I just got out of the shower, and handed me something. I looked at what she had just handed me and realized it was a pregnancy test. I knew immediately the reason she had handed it to me. She was pregnant. I was so excited. I always wanted to be a father. I thought this was the greatest day. We were buying a house and I found out I was going to be a dad.
Throughout the pregnancy I was hardly nervous at all, but every now and then Lindsey would express some concern and I would comfort her when she would get nervous, as I had no fear. I had no reason to fear.
On December 30th at 2:00 in the morning Lindsey woke me and told me she was feeling labor pains, so I calmly got the bag we had prepared. We got in the car and drove to the hospital with anticipated excitement. When we arrived the nurse took us into a room and used the Doppler device to look for the baby’s heartbeat. After a minute or so she tried another device. That didn’t seem to work so she retrieved the doctor who tried to find the heartbeat of our baby girl. I remember him looking at us and saying the worst thing I have ever heard in my life, “I’m sorry. We’re not finding what we are looking for.” My heart sank. I held Lindsey’s hand as we absorbed the news. Everything we had prepared for during the last nine months was all for nothing. All our hopes and dreams of how we would raise our daughter were, in that moment, destroyed.
The weeks following this ordeal (I still don’t know if I should refer to it as Nora’s death or her birth) were difficult to get back to normal. We rearranged our lives to prepare for her, now we had to rearrange them back somehow. We had to stop preparing to raise a child and had to concentrate on finding stability. I was nervous how this might effect our relationship. Would Lindsey sink into depression? Would I become irritable and get frustrated with inconsequential things? These fears subsided after time. Our relationship grew even stronger as we were given the support we needed from friends and family.
What I learned from this, what Nora taught me, was that the most important thing in life is friends and family. We found out that we are extremely lucky to have such a close network of people who care for us and each other. I knew this before of course. I have always had a deep appreciation of those close to me, but the support shown was moving. Nora reinforced my belief that the importance of relationships and experiences will always trump material things. She also taught me that we can get through anything, we can overcome anything. And finally, she made me a dad. That is a powerful gift.