Once we got home I’m pretty sure I stayed up the entire night thinking about how awesome it was going to be to finally get to meet our little Noah! We woke up that morning and stopped by Chick-Fil-A. (I know, I”m a horrible husband.) We arrived at the hospital around in the morning and got all checked in. There was a very uncomfortable couch in our room which I claimed as my home base for the day. (Which was awesome considering how the minutes oozed by like hours.) Doctors and nurses came in all throughout the day to check on Abbie, and each time that door opened I sprung up from coach like publishers clearing house was knocking on my door, hoping they would say, “It’s time.” But, they didn’t. Before I could even pack up my i Pad my wife was wheeled back to the delivery room, and I was dressed in a pair of light blue scrubs. (The couch I was on was only about four feet away from her, so it wasn’t like I couldn’t hear what was being said.) Our pediatrician looked at me, and sounding a bit taken back that I didn’t come join her on my wife’s hospital bed said, (I later learned that this is doctor talk for “I’m about to tell you something that’s going to feel like getting punch directly in your soul.) She said had just spent some time with our son and he was The next 3 things seriously summed to happen at the exact same moment…. I had never in my life heard the phrase “Trisomy 21.” I was so confused. Why did our pediatrician have my wife in a bear hugh? I kneeled down on the floor of that small hospital room beside my wife’s hospital bed, grasped my sobbing wife’s hand, looked at my wife’s beautiful face, looked at our pediatrician, and…shakingly, fearfully, quietly, barely whimpered these words, I immediately clung to my wife and we wept like we’ve never wept before. I caught a glimpse of my mother in law look at my father in law as I was clinging to my wife and I saw them look at each other with a “what in the world is going on” look. Our pediatrician hugged Abbie once last time, slowly got up off the bed, hugged me and walked out the door. We spent the next twelve hours napping, reading, watching daytime talk shows on the tv, (is it just me, or does it seem like every hospital room in America plays Montel Williams and Maury Povich on repeat all day long? I tried to sleep as much as I could because 1.) I had zero sleep the night before, and 2.) It helped me pass the time. They just kept saying, “Ok…he isn’t ready to come out yet. There was about five minutes where my life felt as if it was in super slow motion. I had just heard her say less then four minutes ago that our little boy was adorable.that everything was fine. That little metal “click” as the heavy hospital door closed shut behind her sound sounded louder than ever before. I couldn’t believe my wife was carrying around another human life inside of her. We had a blast the next ten preparing for Noah’s arrival. As the nurse and I wheeled Noah down the hallway to the nursery, we passed the waiting room where our family had been waiting. At least that’s what always happened in the movies. It was always when my wife (his daughter) had to leave their house (out-of-state) after a vacation or holiday to head back home. It was two men weeping from the depths of their soul. But there in that hospital hallway, for what seemed for hours, two grown men held each other and wept. We all finally calmed down and started to catch our breath. There is nothing in the world that compares to the feeling a parent has the first time they hold their new-born baby. Baby showers, parties, getting the nursery ready, (We even painted it ourselves! They all ran out to grab a quick glimpse of our beautiful little boy. I took my father and mother in law in one at a time in to see their daughter in the post-op room. I was busy using my cell phone to take pictures of the LCD screen of my DSLR camera so I could text Noah’s first picture out to all of my friends. ) As my wife’s medicine was wearing off she was shaking and acting funny, and it scared me. The nurses were huddled up in our post-op room whispering with more water-cooler talk, and finally our OBGYN came in. (It’s amazing how the entire direction and course of your life can change in a matter of minutes.) After about fifteen minutes had passed the sound of the metal lock opening on that large wooden hospital door sounded louder than it ever had before. ) And through that door walked a nurse pushing a small, rolling, clear plastic crib with our son quietly (and cutely) resting inside. And as hard as I’m sure it was for her, she made good on that promise. I was vulnerable to that horrible ad because I recently heard something along the lines of “I’m just looking for something casual.” Somehow I find that impossible not to take personally.The sickest thing is that for a moment I even considered typing my credit card address, until I awoke from the hallucination and realized it would be hell to get him to stop charging me money.
As soon as we found out we were having a boy, we knew just what he would look like, act like, talk like, and dress like. (She was pretty out of it at this point.) I seriously looked like the paparazzi with all the pictures I was snapping. I just kept thinking to myself how strange it was that God just allowed us to have a this beautiful baby boy, yet everyone was acting so sad. And from that day forward we knew we’d always celebrate his birth.
Abbie and I spent much of that ten months creating “Noah” in our minds. (I’d learn very soon what all that whispering was about.) I took pictures, and reported back to my wife everything I saw. Then she asked my wife if she’d like some antidepressants. I just couldn’t get over how “un-positive ” everyone was.
I couldn’t stop thinking about how much fun it was going to be to raise a child, especially with my wonderful wife. Turns out they are a lot tougher then I thought.) 🙂 I watched like a hawk as the army of medical professionals cleaned him up. The doctors and nurses were whispering to each other, which I assumed was standard end-of-delivery-water-cooler-talk. Which prompted the nurses to awkwardly whisper to my wife all throughout the day, “” We both sort of laughed it off.
I LOVED getting to see Noah on the screen as they preformed ultrasounds. I seriously thought I was going to pass out; right there in the hospital! I got to hold our little tiny adorable baby Noah for the very first time! Please be sure to connect with us (and thousands of other amazing families) on Noah’s Dad Facebook page, and follow Noah’s Dad on Twitter.
I absolutely loved going to Abbie’s OBGYN appointments. She palmed his little head like a basketball, and lifted him above the sheet, and at on December 15, 2010, I saw our beautiful son, Noah David Smith, for the first time. After a few minutes one of the nurses came over and handed me our son. We believe that he has a story worth sharing, and we hope you’ll help us share his story; the story that all children (regardless of a disability) are so worth loving.