Sunday, September 14, 2008

June 9

I got to the hospital at 7 am. We got checked in, and settled down for a LONG day. Natasha had decided that I was her beck and call girl, and was constantly asking me to do things for her. I didn't mind, and thought that it was the least I could do. She was very unruly and demanding of me and all the staff. I felt badly for the nurses because she was just downright rude to them. She was induced at around 7:30 am. I stayed by her side, only leaving to go to the restroom, and attended to her every need. At about 6 pm, after not eating the entire day, Natasha (stuck at an eternal 6 cm) told me to go get something to eat. I told her I would be right back. I left the hospital, and drove down the street to McDonald's. As I was pulling out of the parking lot, turning left, I pulled into the middle turn lane, and was t-boned by a truck. He hit me in the driver side door, jamming it shut. I called the police to report it and they said someone would be there shortly. While I waited for the police to come I got a phone call telling me that Natasha was complete and was starting to push. I lost it. The police showed up 45 minutes after the accident, and I missed the birth of my son. Natasha was upset with me for not leaving the scene and just coming to her. I tried to explain that I had to wait for someone to come get me because I didn't know if I could drive my car. It didn't help. She was upsset.