Now, THAT Would Have Been Interesting.

My husband came home from the office and hit the answering machine button (which I always forget to do) so we could listen to the message while I fixed dinner and he sorted the mail. Its one of those really great domestic moments from the 1950's thats kinda cool to live. (No, I did not have on the heels and apron and hairspray and pearls). One message was from the dentist asking me to reschedule, and one was from Lowes about the house account, and the last one was from Sam who claimed to have something interesting to tell me when I called her back. My husband commented that I should call her back, and I said I already had even without hearing the message, and we sent the kids downstairs to play video games, and he was talking and walking down the hallway carrying the baby to our room so we could talk while he changed out of the khaki's before something bad happened to them. We have a house full of kids. Bad things often happen to his clothes if he's slow getting them into the relative safety of his closet.

The point being, he's laying on the bed in jeans and a t-shirt talking to the baby and I'm standing by the bed arranging pillows in case the baby escapes and plunges over the edge before he grabs her, and I'm telling him about the interesting stuff going on in Sam's life. Mostly normal stuff. She painted her boyfriends living room lime and mango and it looks good. No, he's not gay. She met a friend of our uncle's. But her really BIG news was that her father has started seeing other women since the divorce!

Suddenly, everything was still. I look over. My husband is not moving. Not a muscle. His eyes are a little flared. I can see the wheels spinning, trying to wrap his mind around that thought.

Needless to say, I was a little confused. Sure, her dad is a jerk. Sure, he abruptly left her mother after about 30 years of marriage. Sure, he moved to Florida to party on the beach. But, we all knew this. It's interesting, but un-shocking, that he'd start dating other women. I asked my husband why that grabbed his attention. He just blinked at me. I confirmed slowly "Yeah, Sam's a little upset, but basically all it comes down to is her dad is dating"

He rolls with laughter, eventually coming out with "Thats NOT what you said. You said her MOTHER had started dating other women!" He continued to roll with laughter.

He was actually prepared to believe that I was telling him the divorce had driven Sam's mother to become a lesbian! I guess nothing about my family shocks him anymore. Every family has some skeletons in its closets. Its just that in the South, we all know what they are and discuss them occassionally. What's the point in having them if you can't examine them once in a while!?! Regardless, there's nothing in our closets like that. Now, THAT would have been interesting!


Oh golly, I get that look all the time! LOL! I'll just look at dh and say, "OK, what did I say?" He usually won't tell me until I tell him what I MEANT to say. Snot.

Leni | 09/01/2006 - 05:31 AM

"He was actually prepared to believe that I was telling him the divorce had driven Sam's mother to become a lesbian!"

ROFLOL! That is way too funny!

RYC: I think I have miss-judged you, Lucy! I totally had you pegged for someone who would be anti-C-sections! I was wrong. My apologies for judging you even if you didn't know it! LOL

Danielle | 09/03/2006 - 05:06 PM

As for c-sections, I'm all for any way to get the baby out safely! "Natural" can be effective, but "natural" can also be a death-sentence for mother and/or child. Frankly, it creeps me out to watch so many women hell-bent to do everything "natural" regardless of the consequences.

I'm all about results. If walnuts fix a headache, fine. If aspirin fixes a headache, fine. The point it, I want something to fix the headache!

My first c-section was a "crash" after a VERY long and bizarre story involving mutliple incompetent doctors and a really GREAT nurse who eventually thwarted the doctors and got me a really GREAT second opinion. Unexpectedly, I lived through it and so did the baby.

Although, I felt everything. Cutting, cauterizing, stitching, stapleing. Doctors screaming over me screaming, nurses crying, etc. It was a very dramatic seven minutes. Yep, only seven minutes from the first cut to wheeling me into recovery. That was a record.

FWIW, the other times I had c-sections because I was unwilling to take the risk of a vaginal delivery after they had done who-knows-what in that seven minutes.

Since you're being a doctor, I'll tell you something thats been on my mind about doctors:

I have four children. Each in different cities with different doctors. The last three have told me after seeing my data, "I'd never have given you that choice." or "I would never have done that."

See, the first time the GREAT doctor gave me the choice of being put under or not.

Without long explanations, they thought that if they put me under the baby would die too but I'd feel no pain. And if they didn't put me under, I would die a horrible death but they could get the baby clear in time. (Its definitely a miracle that we both lived. A real honest I-saw-it-with-my-own-eyes kind of miracle)

But my point is this: What that doctor did, operating on someone anchored to the table screaming, was hard. REALLY hard. The kind of hard that boggles my mind. It was hard being the screaming-patient. But not as hard as losing that baby would have been.

I think of that doctor often, and what he was willing to do and let me do for a one in a million chance to save my boy. Some have suggested that he wasn't a good doctor because he should have fought to save me, period. I rather think he was a great doctor because he was willing to fight for what I wanted instead of what other people thought I should have wanted.

Being a great doctor is not just about knowing tons and tons of cool medical stuff. Its also about having the courage to make the hard decisions, even if it means there's a screaming patient under the knife. A patient that will thank God for you every day for the rest of her life.

Lucy | 09/04/2006 - 04:32 AM
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