I recently wrote about the birth of our second son and the wild adventure of that day.
In that post I wrote that my wife kicked me out of the labor room when our first son was born. I deserved that, but I had an inability to wake up to the fact that the long-anticipated birth of our first born was really upon us, early.
The ignorance of what was about to happen started the Friday before our son was born the following Monday. That Friday, my wife went to her doctor who told her to take it easy from this point on. She protested. We were going to the Astros game that night. The doctor told her that she had to take this birth more seriously.
Well, my wife picked me up at the office. It was a work group thing. There were two carloads of guys that we followed, speeding to the Houston Astrodome. My wife drove the 100 miles there and I drove home, slowly. I had gotten two tickets within the previous year and could not afford the points with the third traffic ticket. The entire gang pulled up to the Will Call window, about twelve in all, but there were no tickets for us. Someone had made a mistake and had reserved us tickets for the Sunday game. My friends protested loudly. The Astros were hosting the Cincinnati Reds. A Reds player’s wife overheard the shouting and talked to the ticket guy. We didn’t get into the Astrodome until the bottom of the second inning, but we sat in the Reds complementary ticket area for spouses and friends. After the game, they had the large screens pulled onto the field and we watched pay per view fights as a bonus for coming to the baseball game. Both were wrestlers versus boxers. In the first match, Andre the Giant threw the boxer out of the ring. The boxer refused to return. In the second, Ali fought a Japanese wrestler. The wrestler was afraid of Ali, so he laid down and kicked Ali in the shins, over and over and over again. A totally forgettable fight, a draw, but it caused Ali to postpone his next title defense due to the damage done to his legs.
Then on Saturday, I did not have a foursome arranged for golf, but I got my wife to accompany me for 36 holes of golf. We first went to Port Arthur, TX in the morning. We had lunch, and then went to Beaumont for another eighteen holes in the late afternoon. My wife drove the cart and sneaked a ball onto the greens for the final nine holes to have fun putting. I played alone. We weren’t being pushed.
On Sunday, we went to the movies, Murder by Death. I have said this was my all-time favorite movie, probably because our son came into the world the next day. But still, it is classic Neil Simon. The cast is unbelievable. Alec Guinness plays a blind butler. Nancy Walker appears as a temporary help, the deaf-mute maid, cook, etc. How do they communicate? They don’t! The gist of the story is that Lionel Twain (Truman Capote) invites the world’s greatest detectives to his mansion, at 22 Lois Lane, for the weekend and a ‘little murder-poo’. The cast also includes Peter Sellers, David Niven, Maggie Smith, James Coco, Peter Falk, Eileen Brennan, Elsa Lancaster, and more. As I recently wrote in a Facebook post, Neil Simon took the plot and ran it through a blender, twice. Every kind of humor that you can imagine.
So, when my wife wasn’t feeling well the next day, I thought she was just a little tired or it was something she ate. When the labor pains started and this after getting to the hospital, I thought they were Braxton Hicks.
Okay, after our son was born, the doctor told me that we had a boy. I went to my wife’s hospital room. When she woke up, she apologized for delivering a baby girl. I ran into the hallway, but the doctor was gone for the day. I ran to the nursery, and our baby was wrapped in a pink blanket. It took cornering nurse after nurse before I found the right one. They had run out of blue blankets that day. Sorry! We really had a son.
My wife had been studying to become a nurse. She had breezed through Anatomy class, but when we were told that our son had newborn jaundice and had to stay in the hospital, we were rocked to the core. I took my wife home from the hospital, and we cried in each other’s arms. There was something wrong with our baby. A few days later, we were all home and our lives have never been the same since. The children moved away, but they are never out of our hearts.
Sorry for the break in the Bible references. I thought of referencing a lot of firstborn references. There are a lot of them, but let’s just end with my usual ending. There is a lot to be grateful for and a lot of reasons to praise God.
Soli Deo Gloria. Only to God be the Glory.