Hanfield, Indiana – 1969
Rosalie sat quietly, stunned and amazed, and ecstatic.
“Mrs. Meadows, did you hear me? The test is Positive. You’re definitely pregnant,” said Dr. Haley, the obstetrician/gynecologist.
She snapped back to attention. “Yes, I heard you, Dr. Haley.” She wept softly. “I’m pregnant. I’m really pregnant.”
He pushed the tissue box closer to her, watching her body language. “I hope you think this is good news, Mrs. Meadows.”
She reached for a tissue and looked at him as she blotted her nose and cheeks. “Good news? Yes. I think it’s good news. Great news, fantastic news, wonderful news! My prayers have finally been answered. Me, pregnant! Oh, thank you, Dr. Haley!”
He grinned and blushed. “Thanks, but I don’t think I had anything to do with this.”
Rosalie blushed next. “Oh, for goodness sakes, of course not. I’m sorry. It’s just that ….”
He sighed. “If I had a dollar for every woman who thanked me, I’d have a tidy little savings account in the bank. I just wanted to tease you. I guess I have a warped sense of humor.”
She giggled. “You have a wonderful sense of humor, Dr. Haley. Don’t ever change.”
Rosalie looked forward to telling her husband, Lew, an employee of the United States Government. He’d been gone for a month. Before he left on his current assignment, he’d told Rosalie that he didn’t know how long he’d be away.
She double-checked the kitchen calendar as soon as she got home. The last time Lew was home, he stayed just long enough to say hello, make her pregnant and then say farewell. Her mind whirled. I wish I knew when he was coming home. I wish I could tell him that we made a baby. Thinking of the baby she now carried, she dropped into the nearest chair and burst into tears.
Just then, the front door opened. A very deep male voice boomed out, “Ro, I’m home! Where are ya, Honey?”
At the sound of Lew’s voice, Rosalie cried even harder. She cried so hard that she couldn’t answer him.
Lew found her in the kitchen. “What on earth …? Rosalie, what’s wrong?” He knelt in front of her chair. “Ro, tell me, Honey. What’s wrong?” He leaned in and put his arms around her.
She hiccupped as she tried to pull herself together and finally was able to talk. “Lew, I’m sorry. I can’t seem to stop crying. I missed you so much. I didn’t know if I’d ever see you again.”
He patted her back. “Shhh, it’s okay. I’m home now. Let me look at you.” He pulled away but left his hands on her shoulders. “You’re a sight for these tired, sore eyes. God, how I’ve missed you, Rosalie.”