Belated Father's Day reflections

Father's Day was a bitter sweet one for me, and quite eventful to say the least. We made a trip to Owensboro so Curt could spend the day with his dad and so Addie could see her Papaw. This plan had been in the works for a while and I prepared by making a pie, putting gifts together and gearing up for a lot of family time. Alas, the latter part was simply not in the cards for us.

Sunday we let Daddy sleep in while Addie and Papaw played and watched our girl's favorite movie and I worked on a bit of knitting. Then the guys opened their gifts and we got ready for brunch out with some more of the family at the infamous Moonlite. The food was good. Really good. And we were having a lovely time.

Then I had this overwhelming urge to get to the bathroom. Once I made it into a stall, I had this horrible feeling like I was going to pass out. I was dizzy, nauseous, tingling all over and felt like I heard all the noises in the room from the end of a tunnel. I was sweating, could hardly move and was certain that at any moment, I would hit the floor and be discovered with my panties around my ankles by frightened restaruant patrons, out to celebrate the day.

Thankfully, after what felt like about 10 minutes of trying to get my bearings, I started to feel somewhat normal again and got the heck out of there as fast as possible. We went back to the house immediately and I spent the afternoon lying in bed, directly in the aim of whirring fan. Daddy and Papaw had a blast with Addie in the pool and Curt took good care of me and checked on me often.

I called my mom in tears, upset that I had ruined Father's Day and couldn't give Curt the day I really wanted. She did her best Mom thing and assured me that I was actually giving Curt the gift of allowing him to be the Father and take care of me and his daughter in my belly. I suppose she was right. But it still wasn't at all what I had in mind.

Curt's cousin is a paramedic and very sweetly took my blood pressure before we headed home to make sure I was OK for the drive. We made it back and all was well. A call to my midwife's office on Monday morning left me with some new restrictions, but in the grand scheme of things, not much to fret over.

The funniest part of all is that later on that evening, Curt turned to me in bed and thanked me for an incredible Father's Day. Seriously? I was totally bummed that my little spell erased all hopes for a day together and felt like it took away from his fun. He said that as long as he knew I was OK and that he was able to spend some time with Addie, it was perfect.

That's the guy I married. That's my girls' daddy. Simple, laid back and always looking on the bright side. Oh, how we love him! 

And what would Father's Day be without honoring the other Dads in our lives... Curt's father who loves his Addie so much and who made Curt the man he is today. For that, I will forever be grateful.

Last, but absolutely not least, there's my dad. My papasita. Growing up I never considered myself a "daddy's girl" but I SO totally was. We all were and to some extent, still are. Dad, thank you for showing us what it means to take care of your family... For setting an incredible example of integrity, strength and compassion... For being all that you are. I love you and can't wait to give you your Father's Day hug in person.

On another note, I am due for a prenatal massage tonight and can't wait... I am looking forward to returning tomorrow with renewed body and spirit and hopefully no more crummy stories to share!


Kerry said...

Oh Sara, that must have been so scary! I am so sorry! I am so glad you and the baby are okay! What a good man you have there!

sara said...

Thank you, Kerry! Your words have been such a comfort to me lately. I always feel a boost when I see you've stopped by. :)