Just as my wife’s water broke, I got a call from my mother’s nurse, and she told me my mom was dying. I was torn and forced to make a difficult decision.
The day Debra found out she was pregnant was one of those days that I will cherish for the rest of my life. We had cried together, unable to believe that we were going to have a baby home soon, and I promised Debra I’d be an amazing dad.
Debra and I had waited to become parents for a long time. We were one of those miracle couples who conceived after going through tons of failed fertility treatments and doctors telling us there was no chance.
“We’ll be the best parents to him, darling,” I told Debra one night. “I can’t wait to hold our baby in my arms.”
“I know, honey,” she’d said, smiling. I gently kissed her baby bump and promised Debra I’d always be by her side.
Debra had always been very anxious about the pregnancy due to the complications, and I had told her I would be there for her, so there was no need to worry.
Little did I know fate would plunge me into a situation where I’d have to choose between her and my mom while was in labor…
I still get chills when I recall that day. It started as a beautiful day. The sun was shining brightly, and nothing seemed wrong with the outside world. I was preparing breakfast in the kitchen because Debra wasn’t feeling well that morning.
I quickly assembled a breakfast plate for her, and I went to call her for breakfast. As I entered our bedroom, I saw she was leaning against the wall with one hand, clutching her baby bump and breathing heavily.
“Honey, are you okay?” I dashed to her, worried. “Should I call the doctor?”
“Gordon…my water…it…it broke,” she whispered heavily, and that’s when I noticed the floor beneath her. It was wet. “Take me to the hospital, Gordon…Please!” she cried.
“Jesus!” I panicked. “I’ll get the car started. Just hang on a sec, honey.”
I ran to our car, grabbing the keys from the bowl on the living room shelf. I opened the car door, then rushed back inside to help Debra.
“Don’t worry, honey. We’ll reach the hospital in no time. Okay, we’ve got this.” I was comforting her as her labor pains began. I was terrified and nervous. I was praying everything would be fine.
After we made it to the car and Debra got inside, I locked her door and rushed to take my seat. Then my phone rang. It was my mom’s nurse, Marla, calling me. My mother had been diagnosed with a progressive cardiac condition, and due to her illness, she was confined to bed rest.
Worried, I answered the phone, and Marla’s voice on the other end of the line broke me from inside.
“Gordon,” she said in a weak voice. “Your mom… She had a heart attack, so I took her to the hospital. The doctors say there is little hope she’ll make it… Your mother is dying. I think you should be here as soon as you can.”
“Jesus, Jesus!” I exhaled a sigh. Why was everything happening at the same time? I was ripped to shreds and didn’t know what to do. On the one hand, there was Debra, who was in labor, and on the other, there was my mother.
I went inside the car, tears in my eyes, and told Debra everything. I couldn’t hide it from her, anyway. She saw my face and asked me what was wrong. And I blurted everything out.
“Mom is dying, honey. She had a heart attack, and Marla’s asking me to be there as soon as possible. I am so nervous. I – I don’t know what to do….”
“Honey,” Debra said. “Call a taxi. I’ll go by myself…”
“What?” I was taken aback. “No, we can’t do that!”. She was drenched in sweat and moaning in pain. “Look at you. It’s just not….”
“We don’t have time, honey…Ahh…call the taxi now, Gordon. Your mom needs you. You are a son first, then a husband. I will manage. Your mom…she…” Her pain was becoming worse.
“I’m calling the taxi. Oh, God!”
Thankfully, I got a taxi soon, and I instructed the driver to take Debra to the hospital safely. My hands shook as I drove to my mother’s hospital, and my tears wouldn’t stop. My heart was racing, wondering about Debra’s condition and if our baby would be alright.
Woman Leaves Newborn on Business Class Plane Seat, Decides to Find Him 13 Years Later
Rhonda’s life took an unexpected turn when she discovered she was pregnant. Her father, David Harris, was outraged upon learning the news. Coming from a wealthy family, Rhonda had been provided with everything by her father, who owned a large textile company. However, he was a controlling man who couldn’t accept the idea of his daughter raising a child with Peter, her boyfriend, who came from a lower-class background.Despite her father’s orders to terminate the pregnancy, 16-year-old Rhonda refused. Faced with her father’s ultimatum to either abort the baby or leave the house, Rhonda chose to leave. She packed her belongings and sought refuge with Peter, only to face another crushing blow—
Peter refused to take responsibility for the child and ended their relationship. Devastated and homeless, Rhonda wandered the streets, her life in shambles. As fate would have it, Rhonda went into labor on the streets, and a kind woman named Angela Bamford came to her aid, rushing her to the hospital. Rhonda gave birth to a baby boy, but her situation remained dire. Angela, who had lost her own daughter under similar circumstances, sympathized with Rhonda and offered to help her. Angela booked Rhonda a business class ticket to New York, hoping she could start anew there. During the flight, Rhonda was consumed by doubts and fears about her ability to care for her newborn. Overwhelmed by anxiety, she made the heartbreaking decision to leave her baby on the plane, hoping that someone would find him and give him a better life. She left a note with the baby, naming him Matthew Harris, and walked away, leaving her child behind.Years passed, and Rhonda struggled to rebuild her life. After nearly a decade of hardship, she finally secured a stable job and a place to live. However, the guilt of abandoning her son haunted her daily. Determined to find Matthew and make amends, Rhonda sought help from the police. To her relief, she discovered that her son had been adopted by Lincy, the flight attendant who had found him, and her husband. Rhonda reached out to Matthew’s adoptive mother and shared her story, hoping for a chance to meet her son. When Rhonda finally met Matthew, now 13 years old, he was furious and rejected her. He couldn’t understand how his biological mother could have abandoned him. Despite Rhonda’s attempts to explain, Matthew couldn’t bring himself to accept her as his mother. With time, however, Matthew softened. Though he initially refused to call Rhonda “mom,” he agreed to let her visit him on weekends. Over the next ten years, their relationship gradually improved. Matthew, now 23 and working as a data scientist in New York, forgave Rhonda and accepted her as his mother, understanding that her actions were driven by desperation.Rhonda’s life has continued to change. She recently started dating a man named Andrew and is considering marriage, but she wants to discuss it with Matthew first. She also reconnected with Angela Bamford, who was pleased to see that Rhonda’s life had finally come together. Through perseverance and the support of those around her, Rhonda was able to rebuild her life and mend her relationship with the son she had once thought she’d lost forever.
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