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COPYRIGHT 2012!
Personal Soldier
I held my hand against my chest over my heart as I watched Asher drive away. He had been gone for months and I only was able to see him for three days. My husband, Asher Monroe Book, is in the Army; hence his always being away. I am a strong and independent woman, so I am able to be by myself and get through my troubles when he is away. I love him with all of my heart and nothing will ever change that.
A few months ago I found out that I am pregnant with a little boy. I sat crying out of happiness in the bathroom staring at the positive pregnancy test. I had called Asher to tell him the news, wishing he was around to share the moment with me. He promised that he will be around for the birth of our first child; I hope he keeps that promise.
I lowered my arms around my swollen belly and whispered.
“I love you little one, and I can’t wait for me and your daddy to meet you.” I went to lay down and relax.
He always keeps his promises. Always…
“How are you doing love?” Asher said once I answered the phone. I am eight months pregnant at this point.
“Good, I’m tired and a little nervous; I’m not entirely sure what to expect.”
“Well try to hold on for a few more weeks and I’ll be there for you and our baby. I love you Nate.”
“I love you Asher, I want you home. I miss you so much, I-”
“I have to go, bye!” He hung up. I placed the phone on the counter and sat on the ground. My heart hurts. I made my way to the couch and laid down, thinking about possible names for our baby boy. I must’ve fallen asleep because I when I woke up it was pitch black in the house. I fumbled my way to the light switch and went to bed.
The next few weeks were uneventful, until one day, several before my due date, I felt something gush out of me while sitting in my doctor’s office.
“Um I think I peed myself.” I waddled over to the counter to tell one of the receptionists. They looked at each other and then at my belly.
“How pregnant are you dear?” One asked.
“My due date is in a few days.” I answered.
“Honey I don’t think you peed yourself, I think your water broke.” My eyes grew several sizes as I listened to their instructions.
“Is there anyone who can drive you to the hospital?” I nodded and called my friend Angel who said she would gladly drive me to the hospital. She arrived to the doctor’s office in record time and helped me into her car. She sped to the hospital, avoiding any police officers in the process.
“Is Asher going to be here in time?” I asked as I felt a contraction.
“I don’t know, I’m sorry Nate. Please start counting your contractions, we’re almost there.” Angel instructed as she drove.
The nurses rushed me into a hospital room once we checked in and filled out paperwork. I was in an upright position in the hospital bed while Angel desperately tried to get a hold of Asher.
“Asher I’m glad you picked up! Nate is in labor!” She listened for a moment. “That’s the earliest you can get here? Well rush boy we don’t have a week over here. Do what you have to. Bye.” She hung up the phone and looked at me sympathetically. “He said he’s going to try to make it here within six hours; he needs to take the first flight here.”
“Ugh I think he’s going to make it in time. I don’t think my little one is going anywhere anytime soon.”
We waited for a couple of hours and watched the crappy three channels that the hospital offered until a nurse came in and said I was almost completely dilated and ready for the birthing process.
“But my husband isn’t here yet!” I protested.
“This can’t wait.” The nurse said as she left to find the doctor. I looked at Angel.
“Call him, please. Do anything to get him here in time; he can’t miss this… He promised he would be here.” I started to cry and I never cry unless it’s something important.
Angel left the room to call Asher, returning moments later with a neutral expression.
“His plane landed and he’s on his way.” She reported.
“And the bad news?” I prodded.
“He’s stuck in traffic.” The doctor came in and the nurses started to prep me for the delivery. I was moved into another room and began following the instructions from the doctor and nurse while waiting, hoping, and praying for Asher to magically appear in time.
“Okay Nate, one, two, three, push!” I started to push.
“Nate! Nate, I’m here!” I heard someone yell down the hall. Eventually he was directed into my room and there stood none other than Asher, still in his uniform. He rushed to my side and offered me his hand to squeeze as he kissed the top of my head. “I’m here baby.” He placed his other hand over my forehead and I automatically felt a lot better and ready to have this baby.
The labor and birthing process lasted for twelve hours, resulting in a healthy and bouncy baby boy; Jackson Book.
“He’s beautiful…” Asher smiled at me and kissed my forehead. It was a long and painful process, but a thousand percent worth it. I had my two favorite people in the whole world with me, and that’s all that matters in the end. Treasure the people you love, you never know what’s going to happen. I don’t have an apple pie life but I do have something worthwhile; happiness. And I’m extremely glad with the way things have turned out.
COPYRIGHT 2012!
