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Listen to the sole Bonnie "Prince" Billy release from 1999, Get On Jolly (with Marquis De Tren), alongside 2000's Guarapero and the Rian Murphy collaboration All Most Heaven and 2001's Ease Down The Road.So to kill time we went to Target and just walked around until they closed. I couldn’t stop thinking about what Noah was going to be like. If I was going to faint once Abbie started to go into labor. I have a weak stomach for stuff like that.) We finally made our way back to the pre-labor room where they induced Abbie. From that point forward I feel like my entire life has been in fast forward. Thankfully they had a curtain up that allowed me to only to see my beautiful wife’s face. I remember wondering all my life what it would be like in that room. I wondered if my wife was going to be in extreme pain. So I jokingly said, After all, all she was going to do was tell us congratulations and talk “doctor talk” with my wife, there wasn’t any need for me come sit by my wife. And I was very comfortable on the couch with my mother. I jumped up off the couch and in the 1/2 of a second that it took me to get to her bed from the couch was trying to figure out what just happened. I can close my eyes and it’s like I’m standing right there…. They wanted us to see the pediatrician, and for her to tell us Noah was born with Down syndrome, before we saw our son up close and personal. Once we got home I’m pretty sure I stayed up the entire night thinking about how awesome it was going to be to finally get to meet our little Noah! We woke up that morning and stopped by Chick-Fil-A. (I know, I”m a horrible husband.) We arrived at the hospital around in the morning and got all checked in. There was a very uncomfortable couch in our room which I claimed as my home base for the day. (Which was awesome considering how the minutes oozed by like hours.) Doctors and nurses came in all throughout the day to check on Abbie, and each time that door opened I sprung up from coach like publishers clearing house was knocking on my door, hoping they would say, “It’s time.” But, they didn’t. Before I could even pack up my i Pad my wife was wheeled back to the delivery room, and I was dressed in a pair of light blue scrubs. (The couch I was on was only about four feet away from her, so it wasn’t like I couldn’t hear what was being said.) Our pediatrician looked at me, and sounding a bit taken back that I didn’t come join her on my wife’s hospital bed said, (I later learned that this is doctor talk for “I’m about to tell you something that’s going to feel like getting punch directly in your soul.) She said had just spent some time with our son and he was The next 3 things seriously summed to happen at the exact same moment…. I had never in my life heard the phrase “Trisomy 21.” I was so confused. Why did our pediatrician have my wife in a bear hugh? I kneeled down on the floor of that small hospital room beside my wife’s hospital bed, grasped my sobbing wife’s hand, looked at my wife’s beautiful face, looked at our pediatrician, and…shakingly, fearfully, quietly, barely whimpered these words, I immediately clung to my wife and we wept like we’ve never wept before. I caught a glimpse of my mother in law look at my father in law as I was clinging to my wife and I saw them look at each other with a “what in the world is going on” look. Our pediatrician hugged Abbie once last time, slowly got up off the bed, hugged me and walked out the door. As soon as we found out we were having a boy, we knew just what he would look like, act like, talk like, and dress like. (She was pretty out of it at this point.) I seriously looked like the paparazzi with all the pictures I was snapping. I just kept thinking to myself how strange it was that God just allowed us to have a this beautiful baby boy, yet everyone was acting so sad. And from that day forward we knew we’d always celebrate his birth. Abbie and I spent much of that ten months creating “Noah” in our minds. (I’d learn very soon what all that whispering was about.) I took pictures, and reported back to my wife everything I saw. Then she asked my wife if she’d like some antidepressants. I just couldn’t get over how “un-positive ” everyone was. I absolutely loved going to Abbie’s OBGYN appointments. She palmed his little head like a basketball, and lifted him above the sheet, and at on December 15, 2010, I saw our beautiful son, Noah David Smith, for the first time. After a few minutes one of the nurses came over and handed me our son. We believe that he has a story worth sharing, and we hope you’ll help us share his story; the story that all children (regardless of a disability) are so worth loving.
I was happy, joyful, excite…most of all in love with this baby that was already growing at a rapid pace inside my wife’s tummy! Oh, when it came down to Mac, or PC…he was defiantly going to be a Mac kind of guy. In fact, I think I may have actually strained my finger from pressing the shutter on my camera so many times! The next morning our OBGYN came in and said, (I was thinking to myself, 1.) “What is there to be ‘sorry’ about? ” 2.) Even if you ‘missed’ something it wouldn’t have changed anything. ”) For some strange reason the OBGYN wouldn’t look my wife or I in the face. We are doing something really unique by telling the story of our son’s life via one-minute, daily videos.
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We spent the next twelve hours napping, reading, watching daytime talk shows on the tv, (is it just me, or does it seem like every hospital room in America plays Montel Williams and Maury Povich on repeat all day long? I tried to sleep as much as I could because 1.) I had zero sleep the night before, and 2.) It helped me pass the time. They just kept saying, “Ok…he isn’t ready to come out yet. There was about five minutes where my life felt as if it was in super slow motion. I had just heard her say less then four minutes ago that our little boy was adorable.that everything was fine. That little metal “click” as the heavy hospital door closed shut behind her sound sounded louder than ever before.