I just stood there steaming and, not wanting to sit down, I said, “I don’t feel like sitting down. What the hell does it mean when a baby turns anyway!”

Maggie sat up a bit and with her hands on her tummy she said, “Jim, this is all new to me too. I’m not sure what is happening. I just felt Layla do what felt like a somersault inside of me and it hurt and now I feel her in a new position that I’ve never felt her in before.”

“Is that a bad thing?” I said.

“Honey, I don’t know. That’s why I want to see Dr. Henderson,” she said.

“I’m sorry, baby, I’m just pissed off at the doctor’s office!”

“Baby, I think you’re scared, right? It’s okay, so am I. We’ve never had a baby before.”

Realizing she was right, that I was scared, I walked over to the bed and lay down next to her and put my right hand on top of her hands which were covering our little Layla. I couldn’t believe it but she was right, I was scared to death. I felt helpless and I didn’t know what to do. The only emotions I was ever given permission to have were anger and happiness. Somehow being scared and powerless were just not allowed.