Jeff and I made our way from the waiting area to the delivery room in hopes of one last visit before she would deliver. Finding the door closed we pressed our ears up against it only to hear the voices of several in the room. We were too late, the baby was coming.
We were living an event 4 months too early. This expected day should have been happening in future, after the holidays, sometime in late February – not today, not November 6th. Unsure if we should return to the waiting area or stay where we were, we leaned back against the wall, held each other’s hand and waited.
We didn’t have to wait long, It was a quick deliver, and within minutes we could hear the commotion in the room growing. The door opened slightly allowing a nurse to exit. She was beaming with excitement, her fists clenched in front of her as if she was boxing or getting ready to cheer. Glancing at us she said, “she’s breathing on her own, she’s a fighter.” As she spoke she popped a little punch into the air. She made us smile.
A few hours later we walked into the NICU to see for the first time Emery Rain Ford – 1 pound 10 ounces, small enough to lay on a sheet of paper and born 16 weeks early. One wouldn’t think that 1 pound 10 ounces of fight is very much – but apparently it is.
Happy third birthday Emery Rain Ford.