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Topic: Week(s) (02/10/11)
TITLE: Homeward Bound
By Tracy Nunes
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I guess she’s happy because now she’s saying something about how glad her Mom and Pop will be. He says he wishes his Dad were alive. He’d be over the moon.
He asks, “How far along?”
“Eleven weeks,” she says and then, “We’ve waited so long.”
He doesn’t say anything but I feel his hug. She calls him Daddy and he calls her Mommy. I guess that’s their names.
Mommy is upset in the morning. She says she’s hungry but nothing stays down. She sounds mad at Daddy because he cooked something stinky. We run to that little room again and she makes that funny noise. She’s crying. That happens a lot.
“I just wish I could keep something down, Hon.”
“You will,” Daddy says, “it will pass.”
Mommy tells a lady that she’s here for her 16 week check-up. Mommy’s quiet and that thumping sound is soft and slow. She’s better. She tells Daddy that food is starting to taste good again.
He says, “Good, I expect you’ll get as big as a house!”
She tells him to “Shush!” and he laughs. I like it when Daddy laughs. She laughs too.
I hear another voice that sounds like Daddy but different. He tells Mommy to lie down on the table and put her feet in a thing he calls stirrups. The thumping sound gets louder and she gets quiet again.
I feel something pushing on me and rolling back and forth. The Daddy-sounding man says everything looks good and Mommy’s thumping slows down.
“Thank you, Doctor. That’s great news! And, our first picture!”
Daddy says they need to celebrate with something called, “a night on the town.” There’s more laughing but no crying this time. We’re at a noisy place and I hear lots of people talking.
Mommy says, “No wine for me, thanks. Water, please.”
Daddy says, “A toast to our daughter!”
“You shouldn’t push yourself so hard. Rest.” Daddy tells Mommy and she tells him that she knows her own body. He needs to trust her.
“But, they should make expandable shoes for pregnant women. I’m one size in the morning and another at night!”
Daddy teases her that she could open a shoe store with all the pairs she has already. Mommy tells him that just because he thinks he’s funny it doesn’t mean he is.
“I’m tired. I’m going to go to bed early, Hon,” Mommy says softly and she breathes heavy as we climb to the room where we lay down.
“You’re almost there – ten weeks to go!” He calls after us. “Uh huh,” is all she can say. But, her thumping is happy – I feel it.
“Thirty two weeks! It won’t be long before I can take her fishing!”
Then Mommy says, “Okay Grandpa. She’ll learn from the best!” and I feel them hug. It’s nice. I think I’ll like Grandpa.
Mommy tells a lady that she’s a thing called “full term,” but she says it could be a couple more weeks. She says she’s very ready to see me. I’m sure ready to see her and Daddy too.
We get in the thing she calls a car and we start moving. I hear the hum of it and I go to sleep. But, I wake up when I hear Mommy scream. There is a loud noise and we hit something really hard. Then it’s quiet.
I hear Mommy thumping hard and fast and then slower and slower. I feel myself lift away from Mommy but it doesn’t hurt. Warm hands draw me close and hold me. It feels nice. The most beautiful Voice I’ve ever heard sings to me and I feel safe.
He carries me up and we are looking down at Mommy.
“Is Mommy okay?” I’ve never seen her before but I know it’s her.
The Voice tells me that Mommy will be better than okay one day. He says that I will get to pray for her and He will help her. He will hold her and carry her. He and I wrap our arms around Mommy and He whispers that He loves her.
He shows me a picture of Mommy and Daddy with another little girl. They look happy. Then He carries me to a place He calls home. I think I’m going to like it here.
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