When I needed a first responder..

It was the scariest day of my life. I got out of the car at the hospital, doubled over in pain, screaming, and unable to walk. My husband went in to get a wheel chair and following behind him was a doctor, panicked. “Why did you bring her here? We are not equipped to treat pregnant women.”

Left with no choice, they wheeled me into the emergency room. The nurse puts the Doppler on my belly. Nothing. “KEEP TRYING!!!! Lord please. This cannot be happening.” The pain was debilitating.

I was put into an ambulance and rushed to Spalding regional. Fear. Panic. Pain.

“Are you having a boy or a girl?” The paramedic is trying to calm me. I can’t speak. “A boy?” I shake my head no. “Oh a girl!!! Girls are so much fun. Have y’all picked out a name?” I still can’t bring myself to talk because of the fear of what could be happening.

Yet this lady, this first responder, telling me it’s ok. It’s three in the morning. I can only imagine how easy it could have been to dismiss me. But not her. In the 30 minutes that she rode in the back of the ambulance with me, she was totally concerned with me. My nerves. My fears.

I am married to a first responder. In so many situations it seems as if he is taking care of the world while leaving us behind. On this night, I was the one being taken care of while this woman left her family behind.

I never got to tell that lady my beautiful, spunky little girl’s name. Her name is Scarlett Joni Hamby and she will be two in July.

Turns out I just had some kidney stones that hurt way worse than child labor.

I will never forget you and what you did for me.

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