On the Way to the Hospital with My Wife in Labor, I Got the Call That My Mom Was Dying

I Was about to Take My Wife in Labor to the Hospital When I Got a Call That My Mom Was Dying – Story of the Day

My mother’s nurse called me just as my wife’s water broke to inform me that my mother was dying. I had to make a tough choice since I was conflicted.

I will always remember the day Debra told me she was pregnant. It was one of those special days. Together, we had shed tears, unable to accept that we would soon be welcoming a baby into our home. I assured Debra that I would be a fantastic father.

It had taken Debra and I a long time to become parents. We were among the fortunate couples who became pregnant after numerous ineffective fertility procedures, with medical professionals advising us there was no possibility of conception.

One night, I promised Debra, “We’ll be the best parents to him, darling.” “I can’t wait to hold our baby in my arms.”

“I understand, my dear,” she had grinned. I gave her bump a gentle kiss and assured Debra that I would be there for her no matter what.

Because of the issues, Debra had always been very nervous about the pregnancy; nevertheless, I had reassured her that she didn’t need to worry.

I had no idea that while I was in labor, fate would force me to make a decision between her and my mother.

When I think back on that day, I still feel chills. It was a lovely day to begin with. The outer world appeared normal, with the sun shining brilliantly. It was a chilly morning and I was in the kitchen making breakfast for Debra.

After hurriedly putting together a breakfast tray for her, I proceeded to give her a call. She was breathing heavily, gripping her baby belly, and leaning against the wall in our bedroom as I walked in.

“Honey, are you okay?” Worried, I ran to her. “Should I call the doctor?”

She murmured, “Gordon, my water—it broke,” and that’s when I realized there was a floor underneath her. It was damp. “Gordon, take me to the hospital.Please,” she pleaded.

“Jesus!” I became frightened. “I’ll start the vehicle. Please wait a moment, sweetie.”

I grabbed the keys from the dish on the living room shelf and rushed to our car. I hurried back into the car after opening the door to assist Debra.

“Honey, don’t worry. We’ll arrive at the hospital quickly. Okay, this is manageable.” Her labor pains started as I was tending to her. I felt anxious and scared. I was hoping for a perfect outcome.

We made it to the car, and once Debra was inside, I quickly took a seat and shut her door. My phone then started ringing. Marla, my mother’s nurse, called. My mother was placed on bed rest after it was discovered that she had a worsening heart disease.

I picked up the phone out of worry, and the sound of Marla’s voice on the other end broke me deep down.

“Gordon,” she uttered in a feeble tone. “Your mother… I drove her to the hospital because she was having a heart attack. There is hardly much prospect for her survival, according to the physicians. Your mom is not getting better. I believe you ought to arrive as soon as possible.”

“Jesus, Jesus!” I let out a sigh. Why was everything taking place simultaneously? I was completely destroyed and unsure of what action to take. Mum and Debra were the two people on either side of the laboring woman.

With tears in my eyes, I stepped into the car and told Debra everything. Besides, I couldn’t keep it from her. Looking at my face, she inquired as to what was wrong. And I just blurted it all out.

“Honey, mom is dying. Marla’s urging me to get there as quickly as possible since she had a heart attack. I’m quite anxious. I’m not sure what to do at all.

“Honey,” Debra murmured. “Make a cab call. I’m going to go alone.

“What?” It surprised me. “No, we can’t do that!” . She was sweating profusely and writhing in agony. “Observe yourself. It simply isn’t.

We’re short on time, my love.Oh, I see.Gordon, get a taxi right away. Mom needs you. Prior to becoming a spouse, you are a son. I’ll make it work. Your mother… Her agony was getting worse.

“I’m making a taxi call. God, oh God!”

Thank goodness, I found a cab quickly, and I told the driver to take Debra safely to the hospital. As I traveled to my mother’s hospital, my hands trembled and I couldn’t stop crying. My heart was pounding, thinking about our baby’s safety and Debra’s health.

I noticed Marla sitting outside her ward as soon as I got to the hospital. “Marla? Mom, where are you? What took place?” I enquired.

All she said was, “The doctors are with her, but they are not optimistic.”

I prayed for my mother’s safety while I sat outside the ward.

“I’m confident you’ll recover quickly, Mom. You’ll soon become a grandmother, I told myself over and over. But shortly after, the physicians left the emergency department bearing unfavorable information.

“We are truly sorry. We were unable to save her.

That morning, my mother died of heart arrest. Marla tried, in vain, to comfort me when I couldn’t stop crying. I found it impossible to control my tears.

The ringing on my phone suddenly distracted me. “Yes?” I spoke, and a lovely sound of tears could be heard in the background.

With a “Honey,” Debra answered the phone. “Our daughter was born. She is quite beautiful. Now that you’re a father…”

I wasn’t sure if I should be glad or sad at the moment. “That’s wonderful news, my dear,” I managed to utter. Then, with heavy heart, I told her, “Mom’s gone.”

Gordon, she’s not. Debra said, “She’s with us,” but I didn’t understand her until my phone rang and I received a message.

I started crying even more as Debra emailed me a photo of our newborn daughter. Our infant daughter bore a striking resemblance to her grandmother.

“Doesn’t she look like your mom?” Debra enquired.

I responded, tears welling up in my eyes, “She does.”

What lessons may we draw from this tale?

A piece of our loved ones stays with us even after they pass away. The morning his daughter was born, Gordon’s mother passed suddenly. The infant was Gordon’s proof that his mother was still with him in the shape of a baby girl because it was a perfect replica of her grandmother.

A mother needs her children more than they need her, something that only a mother’s heart can comprehend. Though Debra was writhing in agony, she encouraged Gordon to prioritize his mother and stay by her side upon learning about Gordon’s mother.

Talk about this tale with your companions. It could motivate them and make their day better.