Look, we’re all on tilt about Jerry Stackhouse and our basketball program, so I figured it was story time!
Interesting story (to me at least) about that night:
My wife and I had been trying to have kids for about 5 years (married in 2001). We went through a couple of miscarriages, which were awful, we saw friends having kids, then my wife’s younger sister got pregnant with her second child and it was just a rough time emotionally for her and because of that, for me too.
Fast forward to January 2008 and she gets pregnant, things are monitored very closely and it appears all is good. At the end of the month, I am very fired up about having the #1 ranked Vols in town and wife is excited too so we get up to 3L with the rest of the poors and enjoy a fantastic victory over UTjr.
We leave just a hair early so my wife can go to the bathroom on the way out. She goes in and I have the biggest smile on my face, we just beat #1 UTjr and I’ll never forget this as long as I live. I’m about 50 feet away from the bathroom door on the L end zone side and in slow motion I see the door open, Vandy fans are running by yelling, taunting Vol fans, hands in the air and I see my wife come walking out just balling / crying…
So we go from the most incredible excitement and happiness to, the saddest moment of our lives because I just knew that she had another miscarriage. I hug her and tell her let’s just get to the car. I call my dad as my wife is hysterical and tell him that she thinks she’s just had another miscarriage. It’s about 10:20pm at this point and we all agree there is simply nothing that can be done other than wait until the morning and head to the doctor.
I’ll never forget driving home with snow coming down, just kind of staring in disbelief.
So we get up early so we can be at the doctor when the doors open. We didn’t have an appointment but I think they pushed her through to get my still hysterically sobbing wife out of their waiting room. We walk into a room and they squeeze the jelly on her belly for an ultrasound and fire up the machine.
The nurse is very quiet for what seems like an eternity until she says, “the heartbeat is fine.” My wife and I look at each other in shock but think this has to be good. The nurse continues roaming around on the scan though so we’re concerned that something is wrong now. After a few minutes she says, very matter-of-factly, “and… the other heartbeat is fine.”
My wife and I look at each other in complete shock, because we have no idea what going on. I ask the nurse, “two heartbeats, that can’t be good can it? Does the baby have two hearts or is it like a cow with a multi chambered stomach.” She looks stands up and looks at both of us and says, “has nobody told you you’re having twins???”
WHAT?????
We sat there in silence for a bit, both of us crying, smiling, shocked, etc. so we’re asking the nurse if everyone is healthy etc. she feels like everyone is good! About 2 minutes later, they clean my wife’s belly up and we’re out of the doctors office trying to process what in the world is going on???
We go from:
Beating #1 UTjr, the happiest we could be to thinking we’ve had another miscarriage on our single child, to finding out it’s not a miscarriage and instead, we’re having twins within about a 10 hour period.
We process everything and decide to go have Pancake Pantry to celebrate but we had to tell my dad. My parents couldn’t have kids, so I’m adopted, and because of that, he wanted for me to be able to have kids more than anything on the planet. Needless to say, this was all as hard on him as it was for my wife. So we call dad and keep in mind, the man never cussed, and we said we just got done with the doctor and they said, “the heartbeat is fine.” He was so happy for us and then I told him, she said something else, “the other heartbeat is also fine.” He said, “is it twins?” I said yes and he sat there in silence for a minute and finally says, “you gotta be shittin’ me?”
Nope, not at all and that’s the story of how we found out we were having twins!!
Sorry for the novel and hope you enjoyed. I can’t get through the story without crying, still very surreal 16 years later.
Interesting story (to me at least) about that night:
My wife and I had been trying to have kids for about 5 years (married in 2001). We went through a couple of miscarriages, which were awful, we saw friends having kids, then my wife’s younger sister got pregnant with her second child and it was just a rough time emotionally for her and because of that, for me too.
Fast forward to January 2008 and she gets pregnant, things are monitored very closely and it appears all is good. At the end of the month, I am very fired up about having the #1 ranked Vols in town and wife is excited too so we get up to 3L with the rest of the poors and enjoy a fantastic victory over UTjr.
We leave just a hair early so my wife can go to the bathroom on the way out. She goes in and I have the biggest smile on my face, we just beat #1 UTjr and I’ll never forget this as long as I live. I’m about 50 feet away from the bathroom door on the L end zone side and in slow motion I see the door open, Vandy fans are running by yelling, taunting Vol fans, hands in the air and I see my wife come walking out just balling / crying…
So we go from the most incredible excitement and happiness to, the saddest moment of our lives because I just knew that she had another miscarriage. I hug her and tell her let’s just get to the car. I call my dad as my wife is hysterical and tell him that she thinks she’s just had another miscarriage. It’s about 10:20pm at this point and we all agree there is simply nothing that can be done other than wait until the morning and head to the doctor.
I’ll never forget driving home with snow coming down, just kind of staring in disbelief.
So we get up early so we can be at the doctor when the doors open. We didn’t have an appointment but I think they pushed her through to get my still hysterically sobbing wife out of their waiting room. We walk into a room and they squeeze the jelly on her belly for an ultrasound and fire up the machine.
The nurse is very quiet for what seems like an eternity until she says, “the heartbeat is fine.” My wife and I look at each other in shock but think this has to be good. The nurse continues roaming around on the scan though so we’re concerned that something is wrong now. After a few minutes she says, very matter-of-factly, “and… the other heartbeat is fine.”
My wife and I look at each other in complete shock, because we have no idea what going on. I ask the nurse, “two heartbeats, that can’t be good can it? Does the baby have two hearts or is it like a cow with a multi chambered stomach.” She looks stands up and looks at both of us and says, “has nobody told you you’re having twins???”
WHAT?????
We sat there in silence for a bit, both of us crying, smiling, shocked, etc. so we’re asking the nurse if everyone is healthy etc. she feels like everyone is good! About 2 minutes later, they clean my wife’s belly up and we’re out of the doctors office trying to process what in the world is going on???
We go from:
Beating #1 UTjr, the happiest we could be to thinking we’ve had another miscarriage on our single child, to finding out it’s not a miscarriage and instead, we’re having twins within about a 10 hour period.
We process everything and decide to go have Pancake Pantry to celebrate but we had to tell my dad. My parents couldn’t have kids, so I’m adopted, and because of that, he wanted for me to be able to have kids more than anything on the planet. Needless to say, this was all as hard on him as it was for my wife. So we call dad and keep in mind, the man never cussed, and we said we just got done with the doctor and they said, “the heartbeat is fine.” He was so happy for us and then I told him, she said something else, “the other heartbeat is also fine.” He said, “is it twins?” I said yes and he sat there in silence for a minute and finally says, “you gotta be shittin’ me?”
Nope, not at all and that’s the story of how we found out we were having twins!!
Sorry for the novel and hope you enjoyed. I can’t get through the story without crying, still very surreal 16 years later.
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