Assurance In A Heartbeat!

Last night was rough (see previous post). For a guy who can sleep through a World War, last night was bad. I didn't manage to sleep till 4am. As a result, we got up a little late this morning. Mae called our Gynae to bring forward our appointment from Friday. But as fate would have it, the good doctor is off today and tomorrow. And if we wanted to know how Baby was doing, we'd have to wait till Friday or go to another Gynae.

Finally we decided to see a General Practitioner just to get some advise on Mae's fever, sore throat and headache. We ended up in a clinic nearby and I accompanied Mae in. The doctor took her pressure and temperature and told us that indeed Mae had a fever. She then proceeded to explain that she would be prescribing some Panadol and some lozenges for the throat. No antibiotics! And that was the end of the consultation.

As we got up to leave, I felt all desolate that we weren't gonna find out Baby's condition till Friday. In utter desperation, I turned around and in a final plea for help I asked Doc, "Doc, do you think you could check on Baby for us?" I didn't have to say more. She knew. She probably saw all that worry in my eyes and knew exactly what I was thinking. "Why, sure," she said with a smile and led Mae to the examination table. I sank back in my chair.

Mae got on and Doc put her stethoscope on the belly. Then she moved it to another position, and another, and then yet another. At that point, I felt a surge of panic run up my spine. I got of my chair and went up to the examination table. What if Doc couldn't find a heartbeat? What if something's wrong? What if... and then Doc said, "Ah, the heartbeat is regular. Your baby is fine."

And just like that, I felt a huge rock lifted up from off my chest. I looked at my wife an I knew she felt exactly the same way that I did.

Everything was going to be alright.