A guest post by daughter, Caitlin.
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in October 2006, I was pregnant with my oldest daughter.
Aside from the morning
sickness that would hit any time it liked, it was a good
pregnancy.
During this time, I would sometimes hop the bus to the mall and peruse for some clothing that
would fit my altering figure.
And occasionally find something for my
hubby or the babby-to-come.
One time, I went into a maternity store, but
the only thing that caught my eye was a little stuffed dog toy. I bought it,
thinking the new baby would (eventually) like to play with it. I paid for it, popped
it in my bag and forgot about it.
I
would remember it later . . .
Around
that time, I was working women's clothing retail. It was my job to get the
deliveries unwrapped and properly hung for display. I
loved it, because it meant I didn't have to interact with people as much as the
other ladies.
Ahem . . .
Also
around that time, a rather nasty bug was making its merry way through everybody
who worked there. It was a short-lived stomach flu, but it was still nasty.
Now,
at the best of times, I dislike being sick. But I was about 5 months pregnant
then, so I didn't have just me to worry about! The other ladies were very
conscientious about my condition, but the bug wasn't.
I
knew I had caught the flu when my hubby and I went to bed, and I couldn't
control my nausea. Normally, I'd get a swift bout and I'd either run
to the bathroom, or it would settle on its own. This night, after I ran to the
bathroom for the third time, my sweetie got me a bucket to keep by the bed. By
3 am, I hadn't slept a wink, and I was starting to bring up food I hadn't even eaten yet.
Panic
ensued.
Hubby bundled me into a jacket, and, bucket to
hand, got me onto the next bus heading to the hospital.
We
made it to the emergency, and when they found out I was pregnant and bringing
up last week's meals, they tried very
hard to get me in quickly.
Now,
this was a hospital emergency ward. There were several other just-as-imperative cases
there, including at least one car accident which I found out about after I'd been ushered into a cubicle and hooked up to an IV to combat my
dehydration. They'd given me some Gravol to help with the nausea, and both
hubby and I had managed to snooze a bit.
Around
5 am, they took me in for an ultrasound to make sure the baby was okay. It was,
and when they wheeled me back, I noticed a little boy in tears in the emergency
cubicle across from ours.
His was the family that had been in the car accident.
He was fine, but both his parents were immobilized, pending further tests to
ensure no damages to . . . well, anything.
All that little boy knew was that he
couldn't sit with Mommy or Daddy, and he didn't know anybody there. The nurses
tried to keep him occupied, but judging by the tears, they weren't succeeding.
That's
when I remembered the little stuffed dog in my bag.
I
pulled it out and told hubby to give it to the nurse to give to the little
boy.
Since the crying stopped soon after that, I think my tactic worked.
I
was judged well enough to leave around 6 am, and we packed up our few things to
get ready to go. I happened to glance into the main area where the nurse's desk
was, and saw the little boy laughing with one of the nurses. She was stuffing
the little dog into a vaccuum tube and sending it zipping up and down the
vaccuum chute in the emergency ward. Every time it popped back down, the little
boy would giggle so cutely I couldn't help but smile. We left to the sound of
giggles, and that's when I knew why that little dog had caught my eye.
It's
been eight years, and I would love to know what happened to that little boy and his parents.
Sometimes, we're moved upon to do things that we wouldn't ordinarily do.
Like
me buying stuff.
*snerk*
Not
even I can say that with a straight face . . .
Adorable and moving story! So rare that you glimpsed the story behind the story and understood it
ReplyDeleteLove the story behind the story!
DeleteOh that is exactly why you were meant to buy the dog. I am so happy all was well with your sickness it is indeed a scary time to be sick. You have a good heart. B
ReplyDeleteThank you, Buttons!
DeleteAwwww…you have a beautiful heart. I love his story---- you have your mom's talent for writing!
ReplyDeleteI won't tell her. It'll just go straight to her head!
DeleteA beautiful story. So glad you and your baby were okay... and I am sure the parents of that little boy would still be grateful if they knew how your gift had helped him.
ReplyDeleteThank you! Don't know if they ever knew where it came from! But it made me happy! :)
DeleteOhhh! Another writer in the family! What a wonderful story of kindness this is. You made a difference to that little boy at a tough time.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Jenny!
DeleteWhat a lovely story! And how sweet that you managed to help that poor little guy when he needed it most.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Karen! It was a wonderful experience!
DeleteYou're so lucky, I've begged my kids to write for me but no such luck.
ReplyDeleteThis is such a heartwarming story. It's true that sometimes fate steps in and we don't realize until later just how important it was that we did something simple like impulsively buy a little stuffed toy.
Amazing, right?
DeleteWhat a wonderful story! So sweet. Thank you for guest posting!
ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed it!
DeleteA day or night that ended in smiles when it could have been so much worse. Wonderful!
ReplyDeleteAnd all due to an impulsive buy weeks earlier!
DeleteAww! Thank you all so much for the warm regards!
ReplyDeleteMy mom has been bugging me to write more for years... :P
Fate put that little dog in your path for just this purpose. Fate probably had a hand in giving you a touch of that bug too, so that you would be in that hospital at just the right time.
ReplyDeleteYou're right! The timing couldn't have been better!
DeleteHow all of that talent got in one family just boggles my mind. Great story, of course anything that mentions paregnancy and babies I am all over lately. Yes I'm a little bit excited about becoming a grandma again!
ReplyDeleteHeehee! Thank you! And looking forward to hearing about your newest!
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