It happened again. Just when I felt like everything was going so smoothly. Days after a routine checkup. So familiar, but surprisingly different.

Saturday afternoon, I was enjoying the weather, geeking out watching competitive gaming. The tournament concluded at 6:30pm and that same moment, Kate called me to tell me she felt like she was in labor. I rushed home with some help from my friend, Phil. Kate’s parents rushed over to watch Henry. By 8PM, we were discussing c-sections with the doctor because we were looking down the barrel of a 33-week preterm breech delivery.

By 12:26am on Sunday, George Philip Muller was unceremoniously tugged out of Kate’s belly. In 6 short hours, we went from “everything looks great” to c-section to NICU.

My sister, Adelle, told me something like this years ago, I’m reminded of it almost every day since our first trip to the NICU. “Being a parent is a leap of faith. You make the decision to do it, you watch how the dice fall, and you go with it.”

I couldn’t be happier with our decision to roll the dice.

 

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