I’m LOST In Diapers!

As a dedicated LOST fan for the last number of years I was sad to see the show go.  But I must admit the show ended on an emotional high for me. I like that questions seemed unanswered and I liked that even though you wanted to get closure it showed that life just does not always give you that.  And being that it was a character driven show it should be messy.  As a “life is crazy” type show, it seemed to hit the nail on the head.  I really enjoyed how the last season was about specific events that triggered people back into the realization of what once was.  Locke getting hit by a car, Sawyer’s exchange at the candy machine with Juliet and of course Sun and Jin’s realization at the ultrasound…

LOST brings up those moments in life that are extremely significant.  Times when we realize something more is out there. Moments where we get a glimpse of what we really are or where we are going.  Traces of what is yet to happen that bring a smile to our faces.  These moments I like to refer to has DIVINE moments.  Moments where the reality of our life is cracked by something greater.

On Wednesday May 26th I had a huge CRACK into my reality when Mina called me while I setting up for symbolic and said, “Um, my water just broke”.  Now if you don’t know my wife, then you wont know just how chill, mellow and relaxed she said it to me.  It was followed by, “I think we should go to the hospital”.  Um, YOU THINK?!??!! It was in that moment where everything got hazy.  I forgot where I was.  I forgot what I was doing.  I did not know what to do next.  I ran to my office and basically dumped the night on Casey and Scott.  Gosh, you would have thought MY water broke!10 minutes later Mina pulls up to the church and I come running out.  Arms flailing, panic look on my face, talking louder then I need to…”Mina, get out of the car I will drive.  I am the dad, it’s my job”.  Yea. She ended up driving.  Again if you don’t know my wife that might sound odd to you.  We were off like a dirty shirt, on our way to the hospital.  My heart is thumping, I can’t remember where we are going.  I am texting people to take over Symbolic. Everything seems like a blur.  I look over at Mina…. Calm. Wind in her hair.  Looking like we are going to the spectrum to watch a movie and eat dinner.  Me…Well, let’s just say thank God she was driving.

I am rehearsing.  Over and over again in my head.  Whats the next step.  Do we park? Do we go to the emergency room? Oh. No. I. Just. Cant. Remember. Mina knowing me well looks over at my contorted face in a deep confusion of trying to map out our next move and says, “Just go in and get a wheel chair”.  Ok, got it, wheel chair.  Just go in and get a wheel chair. I can do that. I got this. We got this. Ok. Ok. Ok.

Just then we pull up and there are expectant mother parking spots.  AWESOME. Of course Mina knew they were there already. Before the car comes to a stop, I am unlocking my door and doing my shoulder roll out of the front seat.  Walking at a super quick pace I go through the automatic doors and walk up to the front desk.  I wanted to yell something like, “Help my wife is having a BABY”.  But I figured that would be to dramatic since LOTS of wives were having babies.  Instead I opted for the cool approach. Well the cool approach went out the door when I saw a sign on the desk that the volunteer was GONE! WTF…My wife is having a baby I need a freaking WHEEL CHAIR PEOPLE! Just as I am panicking, in walks my wife.  It was like a scene out of Sex and The City.  This super duper sexy pregnant lady walking into the Louie Vatton store to by a new bag.  Except we were gonna have a BABY!

Mina looks at me and says, “Lets just walk up”.  Oh gosh. I am the WORST husband ever.  We are gonna get up there and the nurses are going to fire me.  ”Sir, you let your wife WALK up here”.  And I would try to explain that my wife has this thing where she does everything on her own time.  That she is stronger then 15 oxes.  That in her 8th month of pregnancy she was climbing on counters and helping her friend open her bakery working an 18 hour day.  But of course all that was said in looks when we arrived at the “take the baby out” location of the hospital.

What happened from here was a total blur.  There was cutting. Needles. Blood. Open flesh. Talk of the Lakers (wtf) game? Tugging. Yanking. More blood and then…the cry.

The cry that will make any parent flash back on the last 9 months.  Flash back on most of their life. Something happens when that little child takes there first divine breathe of air.  It is literally indescribable.  It makes me think of when Adam took his first breath.  Its probably the closest GOD feeling we will ever have.  Creating life.  Its even more intense for Mina as someone who has carried this child for 9 months.  Feeling her grow.  Feeling her move. Just simply feeling her. And then in a moment hearing her burst out in a cry that announces to this world that she is here.  That she is significant.  That she is worth peoples time.  That she is going to walk on the dirt that humanity has walked on for centuries.  Its the moment where all debates about GOD, who he is? does he exist? what’s he like? does he care? is he interested in me? what does he think about genocide? does he heal? and so on, go out the window and its just about GOD.

GOD is real. End of story.