A bloody big scare...
Got to work this morning at 7.45.
Gini rings me at 8.45 - "Help, I tried to lift that wood you left in the back of the car and something went rip and it doesn't feel good and I can't feel the baby... you have to come home NOW and take me to the hospital!"
Aaaargh!
Straight into the bike gear and off down the motorway cursing the fact that my 80 demerits mean I have to ride at the speed limit.
Pick up Tim from kindy, and off to the hospital as quick as a scared pregnant woman in pain will let me drive (which isn't very fast)
We got to the hospital and after 3 hours, including an internal exam "But Dad, I want to watch! Why do I have to sit here with you..." the doctor announces she thinks Gini has pulled a muscle down below.
We wait alf an hour for the midwife to come and check everything is okay. It takes her a good ten minutes until she finds baby's heartbeat, while Gini and I are getting VERY concerned...
So, I'm back at work now, Gini's at home (hopefully relaxing) and I've achieved NOTHING workwise today.
*sigh*
This kids not even born yet and already its stressing me out...
And I to my motorcycle parked like the soul of the junkyard. Restored, a bicycle fleshed with power, and tore off. Up Highway 106 continually drunk on the wind in my mouth. Wringing the handlebar for speed, wild to be wreckage forever.
- James Dickey, Cherrylog Road.
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