Today is Jack's birthday. He is eight years old now. Sheesh, how did that happen?
So, eight years ago today (actually yesterday), while I was in early labor, I told Greg that it was okay if he went to a business dinner. Early in our marriage I tried really hard not to be "that kind" of wife who was all whiny and needy and I stoically said, "Go! I'll be fine!" And so Greg went.
That was a big mistake. Labor immediately got worse and I spent my time ironing sheets for the guest room and cursing Greg for even asking if he could go. Honestly, who says to a woman in labor, "It's a really important dinner, do you mind if I go?"
This story dovetails nicely with the one where Greg drops me off at the emergency room to get stitches while he runs home to mow the lawn before it starts to rain. Only in this story, we were both stupid. He should have never asked and I should have never said yes. In fact, Greg called during dinner to make sure everything was okay and I winced in pain as I said, "Oh no, honey, everything is fine." What an idiot.
Eventually, Greg came home and I stopped throwing up long enough to get to the hospital and Jack was born few hours later at 4:12 am. It's a good thing the hospital didn't know how stupid we were or they might not have let us take him home. Lucky for us, any idiot can be a parent.