To make sure you understand the content of this post I feel it’s important to say that I started this post on Tuesday June 5th and finished it on Sunday July 1st. I also apologize for any grammatical errors in this post; parts of it were very emotional for me to write and I may not always have been at my best with my grammar.
Sitting here in the hospital six days post birth of our daughter looking at my wife connected to numerous IV lines and wires I’m in a bit of a shocked state. We ended up back here in the hospital the evening of postpartum day 5 of due to my wife feeling light headed and having shortness of breath. After arriving at the hospital the nurses and doctors ran numerous tests and determined that she had very elevated blood pressure and signs of Preeclampsia. Once I heard all this my heart started to race and I was terrified, but as a husband I kept my emotions hidden to be strong for my wife. I had to be her strength as I could see how terrified she was at this moment. It was my time to step up as a husband and a father and take care of my wife and my daughter (Who I really felt like I wasn’t ready to take care of; I had never taken care of a child before and now I had this 5-day old child who outside of feeding I had to solely take care of) I had to set my emotions to the side. Not until our friend Rashida showed up to the hospital and I left the hospital to run home and grab a couple things did I burst into tears and let my emotions go.
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