The assignment: Describe the most dramatic moment in your life. Easy. But, there were two rules:
1) You have 15 minutes.
2) Only use one-syllable words.
That’s a little tougher.
Here was my entry:
“The rate is gone!”
“Code blue!” yelled the nurse.
All of the white coats on the floor were there fast. Jan’s eyes showed her fear. I was no help. I froze and watched in awe.
One nurse pushed some drug in her arm. One nurse held her hand. Two docs barked new plans and the group worked their plan.
“Crash cart!” yelled one doc.
“We must go in. The child may be lost!”
This was our first child. We had been there for a day and a half, and now this. What did it all mean? Would our child make it out to see the world?
They ran down the hall on her bed with wheels. There I stood. The clock read five. The mess showed what was left from my child’s fight for life. Where did they go? I did not know so I stood there in the dark for at least three ticks of the clock.
“Sir, your wife is fine,” the nurse said. She had found me and showed me to the room. “Your child is fine. Come in and see. Would you like to hold her?”
Our girl was born! From out of the dark, the world turned bright for us all that day.
Twenty-five years later, yet it seems like only a few minutes have passed. Julianne made her dramatic entrance, and our lives have never been the same.
Happy (slightly early) Birthday, Julianne!