19 Nov
2013

Having a Trekkie for a Husband and a Daddy

The following is an excerpt of an essay I wrote about the experience on Halloween in 2010 and my daughter being transferred at 5-days-old from MO BAP in St. Louis to Children’s Hospital. If you missed the post two weeks ago, then you missed that my husband was dressed up as Riker from Star Trek The Next Generation for Halloween, while we were dealing with all the NICU stuff!  This time of year, I always think about that experience because three years ago to the day, I was spending my time from morning to night at the NICU. But this is a bit of the lighter side of things. . .

An Excerpt from “Nothing Could Prepare Me”

by The Sandwich Lady (AKA Margo L. Dill)

But it soon became clear how being married to a Trekkie could help in even the worst situations. Eventually, the transport 299159_2532178789639_1160814838_nteam had to move Katie, and they said it was best for us to go and meet them there. My husband was hungry, so down to the cafeteria we went. On the way to pay for our food, a surgeon stopped my husband and said, “I love your costume.” He had never seen one that looked so real. (Side note: My husband actually has a handmade Next Generation uniform from a Star Trek convention.) After the doc and Rick excitedly conversed for a few minutes, I smiled, took a deep breath, and realized that Katie going to Children’s Hospital was going to be the best thing, even though it was scary as hell. They had better equipment and specialists there. God was putting her in the right place.

When we finally got to see Katie at Children’s Hospital in a private room, a surgeon came in to talk to Captain Riker and me. He began a long and technical lecture about the many things that could be wrong with our baby girl. Words flew around the room: “surgery, preemies, problems, digestion, surgery, testing, surgery, nurses, surgery.” And I wasn’t the only one unhappy and freaking out—Katie had finally had enough of what this world was doing to her.

She started screaming.

So as Captain Riker, AKA Daddy, tried to listen to the surgeon and a nurse tried to tidy up Katie’s room, I watched my five-day-old daughter scream until she turned red, and NO ONE stopped moving or talking to help her.

“Stop,” I said. “Stop. I can’t listen to you until we get her to stop crying.”

An angel, AKA nurse with experience, ran in, put her hand on top of Katie’s head, cooed a few words, and convinced her to stop crying. The surgeon stopped. The other nurse stopped. Captain Riker looked scared to death—he had never encountered a preemie mother on the Starship Enterprise before.

Everyone took a deep breath, and we remembered why we were there—a precious baby needed our help. We took her to testing and soon thankfully discovered no surgery was needed. Nothing was wrong with her, except the fact that she was a preemie and just needed time and love.

316325_2343260337191_143450567_nAfter we all settled down, my husband asked a nurse about his Star Trek costume. She hadn’t even noticed. She said, “You wouldn’t believe the weirdos we get in here.”

Nothing could prepare me for my new, bonding relationship with my breast pump—pumping eight times a day so that my milk would stay in until Katie was ready to nurse. Nothing could prepare me for how I experienced a complete meltdown when I spilled two ounces of breast milk at midnight after working for twenty minutes to pump it. Nothing could prepare me for how proud I was when Katie passed her car seat test and was on the path to coming home.

But really the one that needs the preparation is poor Katie. Nothing could prepare her for her first Star Trek convention when she was 11-months-old, and her daddy, dressed once again as a weirdo (AKA Captain Riker), had her picture taken with Brent Spiner, Data from The Next Generation.

I’m sorry, Katie, Nothing could prepare you for having a Trekkie for a daddy. That’s Nothing with a capital N.

4 Comments

  • What a sweet story of daddy and super-cute daughter. Glad she was all right. I think it’s funny the nurse didn’t even notice! My husband used to work at a hospital and has a lot of weird stories to tell, so I can believe that it wasn’t even on her radar!

  • Thanks, Julie. We had so much fun at that Star Trek convention. Katie was a bit scared of the people dressed up like Klingons, and I wound up loving the actors that played Data and Riker–even paid $25 to get Data’s authograph! :) It’s fun to have a Trekkie in the family. :)

  • He wore that costume to Thommy’s Birthday party too. At least he’s gotten plenty of use out of it :)
    BTW – I like Star Trek too…maybe not that much, I don’t have a costume.
    On the other side, good for you for screaming for some help. Sometimes we “crazy moms” have to let it out to get heard. I bet that “crazy mom” side of you comes out quiet a few more times in KB’s life…lol…mine has plenty in the 15 years of being a mom!

    • Yes, luckily we have gotten a lot of wear and tear out of that costume. :) He wore it the night before we got married to our “rehearsal” dinner. Now there’s a story. . .

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