Maryalice and I have a tour scheduled at Vanderbilt’s labor and delivery floor in two weeks as part of our baby/birthing class. Sadlly, we are already familiar with the area. We spent a few hours there last night.
When exiting the interstate on her way home from work Wednesday, Maryalice was struck from behind by a lady who had been tailgating her for a few miles. When Maryalice stopped at the stop sign to turn right, the lady behind her kept right on driving, plowing in to her without even hitting the brakes. Maryalice pulled off to the side of the road. The other drive couldn’t go anywhere. Her entire front end was crumpled.
Needless to say, getting the call from my seven-months-pregnant wife that she’d just been in a car accident was not the best moment of my life. Fortunately, I was only five minutes behind her, so I was there quickly. She called the police, who required the paramedics to come due to the pregnancy. Maryalice felt shaken up and a little sore at the scene, but declined to take the ambulance to the hospital.
When we called the midwife’s office, they told us to head up to Vandy for a thorough exam. Not wanting to take any chances, we complied. So, 11 weeks earlier than expected, we hopped in the car and headed for Vanderbilt’s labor and delivery area.
I was very impressed with the hospital. They were quick, professional, and amazingly kind and comforting. They got us in a room within minutes and had Maryalice plugged in to the monitors within 20 minutes of our arrival. The midwife on call came in to check everything out and they left us there for a couple of hours while they monitored the baby’s heartbeat and movements. After making sure everything was as it should be, they let us go home.
Maryalice is fine, and the baby is as active as ever. It was pretty scary, though, to suddenly realize how quickly everything can change. It could have been a totally different phone call. It could have been a totally different report at the hospital. It could have been totally different top to bottom. But it wasn’t. God is good.
As it is, Maryalice and I got a surprise dry run of our hospital experience. I now know how to get there, where to park, what to do upon arrival, and how to find the L&D ward once we get there. I also know how awesome the staff and nurses are, and how quickly the midwife reacts. These are all assuring things, but I wasn’t ready to find them out last night. Our upcoming scheduled tour notwithstanding, I’ll be happy not to have to see the place again for 10-12 weeks.