I was tired. I went to bed that night without getting a shower. My stinky golf clothes were on the floor. I think I slept for 45 minutes when it started. It was a little past 1:00 a.m. on Friday the 13th.
“I don’t want to scare you or anything, but she just kicked really hard,” she said. “I think I’m having contractions, too. I’m going to call the hospital.” And, she did.
She was only 32 weeks along, so they advised her to come in to see what was going on. She’s not a fan of my driving, so she got behind the wheel and started having contractions. She went from 80 MPH down to 20 in a split second. I was scared to death and was still wearing my dirty golf clothes.
We made it safely to the hospital, but those contractions were no joke. She turned all “Incredible Hulk” on me a time or two. I think she wanted to smash me.
They planned on sending her to Birmingham via helicopter; however, due to fog, they put her on an ambulance. I chose to follow behind in our car, but the EMTs told me not to try to keep up. So, I took my time and stopped to get gas. I was also a nervous wreck. A nurse, Jana, rode in the back with Lucy. I gave her Lucy’s phone.
I kissed her and told her I loved her—Lucy not Jana. She returned the favor, but there were still some Hulk sounds in the air. I completely understood. I have a whole new level of respect for women going through labor. I couldn’t do it.
My phone started buzzing. It was Lucy, but I figured it was Jana using Lucy’s phone. Well, it turned out to be Lucy, and there were no Hulk sounds. She went from 80 to 20. She sounded like an angel.
“She’s here,” she sweetly said.
I think I said “who” and “what” about a dozen times, and I wasn’t even stuttering.
“I had the baby. She’s here, and she’s beautiful,” she said.
Thanks to a brave mom and a fabulous nurse, she gave birth on the move. The ambulance safely transported mom and baby to the nearest hospital. When I saw Abigail Jennings Fuller for the first time, I thought she was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. I still think that and always will.
I then saw Jana. This time, I did kiss her. I was ecstatic.
Lucy was strong and courageous throughout the entire ordeal. Unfortunately, she had to stay overnight, while the miracle child and I went on to the NICU at the University of Alabama Birmingham. At some point during the night, I finally got out of those stinky golf clothes and took a shower. Lucy joined us the next day.
Abigail Jennings is the most precious child I’ve ever seen and is doing so incredibly well. I’m not just saying that as an optimistic father. God has truly laid his hand on this miracle child. We are so lucky to be her parents. Friday the 13th will never be the same.
Jody Fuller is from Opelika. He is a comic, speaker, writer and soldier with three tours of duty in Iraq. He is also a lifetime stutterer. He can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org. For more information, please visit www.jodyfuller.com