Allow me to set the scene.
This was right on week eight of the pregnancy and we were preparing all morning for the first ultrasound. I still remember my wife being subjected to drinking eight cups of water prior to the appointment so that she can get a good scan of her belly.
She was already feeling nauseous all morning and chugging down gallons of water as if she came back from eating an MSG filled all you can eat meal.
We were ready to go as she was sitting in the living room bench downing the last gulp of high quality H2O.
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So as she puts down the glass from the last gulp of water, she chokes, and she starts coughing.
Then suddenly both of her hands fling towards her mouth to block what appears to be a blast of water. Remember the mentos and diet coke that were all the rage? Imagine that blast radius a meter towards the direction in front of her.
She scrambles and she begins to dash towards the blast direction.
The look in her eyes, bloodshot and watery either from the projectile water or real tears gears towards the washroom direction.
One step, two step, three step, fou…
Everything was in slow motion as my wife slowly turned horizontal with her arms up, and legs waist high.
Her shirt was drenched as if a giant water balloon had landed on her front side.
My eight week pregnant wife had slipped and fallen on her side.
I scream out, “OH MY GOOOSHHH!”
This feels good to write about as I’m starting to be able to laugh about it now. But even with reminiscing it, I feel a sense of feel and failure for letting something like this happen.
Things could’ve taken a complete turn for the worse. Thankfully it didn’t.
I think if there is a lesson that I can take from this experience is that throughout the course of pregnancy a couple will go through incredible scares and victories. It is important to remember the scares to really put things in perspective of how lucky we truly are to be in this position.
In the end, because our appointment was literally 10 minutes away we were about to do an ultrasound to check for any damages, and thankfully nothing was out of order. In fact, we were able to see our baby for the first time. 🙂
On a final note, I will neither confirm nor deny whether or not any undergarments of mine were soiled during this sequence of events.