We got to the hospital around 7am on Monday, August 12th, 2013. We dropped my son off at 6:30am and thought we would be stuck in Interstate 4 traffic. Amazingly there was very little traffic. The roads were clear as can be. Weird because there is usually so much traffic in Orlando…

We were stuck in traffic on Tuesday, July 5th, 2011. The Casey Anthony verdict was out and people were rushing into downtown for a glimpse. I did not mind because I was not rushing to get to the hospital. I knew the outcome…

When we got in the hospital on Monday August 12th, 2013 we signed in. They were ready for us. We put our bags to the side and waited in a small room. Married with Children was on. It was the one where Kelly said something dumb. Wait, that is all of them…

When we got to the hospital on Tuesday, July 5th, 2011 we were rushed to a room. We waited over an hour for a doctor to come in. After that we waited for another doctor. All of them did not seem to communicate with each other. The Casey Anthony verdict was on TV. On every single network. I was watching and really did not care about the verdict…

We met up with the main nurse on Monday August 12th, 2013. She was very sweet. She answered every question we had. She said she loved avocados. I told her we did as well. Random I know, but it broke the ice…

The nurse came in the room on Tuesday, July 5th, 2011. She told us that she tried to get another doctor for us but was not able to. She could not get any more medication. She looked lost. She did not know what to say to us. We were not the typical people to come into Winnie Palmer Hospital…

The doctor came in to the room on Monday August 12th, 2013. She told us that everything was going to be great. She saw that we were nervous and excited…

The doctor came into the room on Tuesday, July 5th, 2011. He apologized numerous times. He had no answers. I did not want an apology, I wanted an answer. I did not want to ask God when I died…

On Monday August 12th, 2013 the nurse told us that recovery would be on the seventh floor…

On Tuesday, July 5th, 2011 the nurse said we would be on the ninth floor…

On Monday August 12th, 2013 they wheeled my wife away. They game me some scrubs and told me to wait until they were ready for me…

On Tuesday, July 5th, 2011 they wheeled my wife away. They told me to wait until they were done and they would come get me to go to recovery…

On Monday August 12th, 2013 the nurse came and got me. I went into the delivery room. I stood by my wife. She asked me over and over again if I was okay. I did not answer. I was praying…

On Tuesday, July 5th, 2011 the doctor got me after the procedure. I rushed to my wife. I held her hand and cried…

On Monday August 12th, 2013 I had a child…

On Tuesday, July 5th, 2011 I lost a child…

When I was in the delivery room praying all I cared about was hearing the cry of my daughter. That would have made the last nine months worth it. It would have made all of the sleepless nights worth it. I knew I would cry when I heard it, just like I cried when my son was born in 2009…

 

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When I heard my newly born daughter cry I did not. When I saw her for the first time I did not cry. When I held her in my arms I did not cry.

Then I realized I cried enough. I did not have any more tears.

All I had was joy.

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