My wife woke me up in the middle of the night because she had strong abdominal pain. The time has come, I told myself and I hurried up, and after a quick preparation we drove through the city (fortunately there was no traffic) and we arrived at the hospital just in time. The water broke just in front of the entrance but from that moment on I knew that she would be in good hands.
It was a tough but happy night at the same time. Well, it was tougher for my wife, who did a superhuman job. What she has done just showed me how stronger she is. Well, delivering a child is perhaps the hardest physical challenge for a woman. I was there next to her all night supporting her as much as I could but I still felt helpless. She was suffering a lot and one point we were opted for C-section. Not long afterward however, an elderly and experienced doctor came in and she guided my wife, saving her from further suffering.
So she was transferred to the newborn department and I went home to have a rest and prepare some supplies. Then I went back to them and took a look at the baby. They were both all right. We had a chat, talked about the past and future events then with the visitors’ hours over, I went home again.
On the way back I kept thinking about how these rare, decisive moments appear so suddenly and yet leave such a deep mark. Most of our days pass in ordinary tasks and small worries, but then a few days like this arrive and outweigh whole years. It made me realise that we should leave more space in our lives – in our schedules, our minds, and our expectations – for these truly great events. They deserve not to be squeezed between errands and deadlines, but to stand alone with the time and dignity they require.