Not sure exactly how to label this but you decide.
Sunday evening my mobile phone rang and because I watched an exiting film, I answered without looking at the display.
"Hello, this is xxxxx" [name withheld for security reasons]
"Nnnngggg.....Nnnggghhh...." [this is to illustrate heavy breathing or groaning]
I immediately assumed I had a groaner. A pervert. And quite honestly I love getting that type of calls. I usually try to strike up a conversation - or
if in that mood . I cheer them on. "Go on. more. Hep, hep, hep. Get the pace up, you're nearly there..." That kind of stuff.
"Nnnnggghhh...." More groaning and then a fresh young female told me to hold my breath. It was one of those. A woman. GREAT. They are the best
groaners.
I'd better do what she says. Maybe it'll be fun.
"Helloooo. Hello." [me - getting no response and running out of breath]
"... Hold your breath ... Good ... OK. You can take a breath now."
I was mystified. This was strange. More groaning and more orders to hold my breath.
Since there was no response to my hellos I figured I had one of those AutoDials, where some poor sod must have hit some keys on a cell phone while it
is in their pocket.
First I thought I should hang up, but my curiosity was strong and after all - she was the one who phoned me.
After what must have been about a minute, she encouraged me to breathe in shallow gasps.
AHHH - I thought - this type of conversation I know. This sounded like someone in labour. Someone was having a baby.
Truth be told - my daughter was pregnant and I was in fact waiting for the good news that she would be going to the hospital (which, by the way, is
free in Denmark), and I eventually realized that it must be her I could hear groaning. The female voice must be the midwife and as soon as I heard my
son-in-law's voice I was certain. Yes my daughter was indeed in labour.
I rushed to my wife and had her listen in. We agreed, that we should listen a while longer. It was exiting to be present when she was having her baby
- even if it was a mistake.
I tried several times to raise their attention by saing my "hello, helloooo" even shouting it into the phone. No reaction.
The midwife started talking about contractions, pushing harder and whatever it is they say. My daughter was groaning but otherwise being quite
brave.
After what must have been about 6 or 7 contractions the midwife was really exited and I heard the first cries of my grandchild. My first
grandchild.
I hung up and immediately phoned my daughter back. When they answered I heard the baby again and I congratulated them on their baby girl.
"You have no idea how good your timing is", I was told.
"Well," I said, "I simply have the gift".
However - this thread is not so much about my granddaughter but more a question for you guys:
What are the odds that a mistaken call happens when someone is giving birth? And what are the odds that it happens 6 or 7 contractions before the
actual birth? After all, - the call could have come two hours earlier. Or six hours earlier.
Isn't it just amazing?
I am over the moon about this and after having had the time to think it through, I am still absolutely flabbergasted that this mistaken phonecall
happened at such an opportune moment.
And the world first?
Well. I sincerely doubt that anyone ever have had their father phone litterally seconds after a birth to congratulate on the new baby.
Anyway.
Just thought I'd share this with you.
A baby girl. 3550 grams and 53 centimeters. She looks great. Mother and child are fine.
And the other amazing thing? From 4 centimeter opening to birth it took 3 and a half hours. Pretty good for a first time mum.
Perhaps I'll begin to believe in divine intervention...