Blogging 101 – Prompt 9

Today’s Prompt: A man and a woman walk through the park together, holding hands. They pass an old woman sitting on a bench. The old woman is knitting a small, red sweater. The man begins to cry. Write this scene.

The Old Woman

It was such a beautiful day. The sun was out, the weather warm, and life was buzzing with the excitement of the good weather. Even I was buzzing with excitement and happiness with the weather since none of my joints were aching that badly.

I knew I had a lot of do, and wanted to get my spring cleaning done, but the weather was so perfect that I decided that I had to go to the park to just enjoy the weather for a bit. I grabbed my small purse and my bag of knitting supplies and walked to the park.

When I got there, I found a lovely wooden park bench under a large oak tree facing the path and the park.

Sitting on the park bench, I took out my knitting and started to finish my second baby sweater. I decided to make it blue and was a little behind. I wanted to finish these sweaters for my niece’s baby girl before she grows up.

While I knitting away I got to see the children playing tag and couples walking by. It was great seeing all this action on such a lovely day until one particular couple came by.

A young couple, a short woman with dirty blond hair wearing a yellow dress and a tall handsome man with dark brown hair wearing a blue t-shirt and washed out blue jeans. They just stopped. I am not sure why, but I stopped my knitting and looked up at them. I saw them crying and holding onto each other. It not only made me sad to see them cry, but it brought me the desire to get up and comfort them, to see what is ailing them and how I can help. As I was getting up, the couple quickly left, not giving me a chance to talk to them or to find out what was wrong. I decided that I could not catch up to them, so I sat back down on the bench and continued my knitting.

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The Woman

It started out like any other day. Roger and I happily got up and started planning our day. It was so rare that our days off have matched in a long time that I was excited.  We plan to eat breakfast at a local cafe that a friend own and to go to the OBGYN to check up on the baby’s health. We even planned to spend the day in the park, having a little picnic and enjoying each other’s company.

We had breakfast. Enjoying the time that we spent with each other and friends. Roger had his usual breakfast of eggs, bacon, and toast, while I chose to have oatmeal and some fruit. We joked about, laughing and having fun.

Then we went to the doctors. That was where everything went wrong. As we got in to get the ultrasound, the nurse had a hard time finding a heartbeat. It felt like forever as doctors and nurses were coming in and out of the room, trying to find a little heartbeat. However, it was only 30 minutes, and still no heartbeat.  We were escorted into another room where the doctor told us about the miscarriage. It felt like I was dying. How? Why? What did I do wrong?

The doctor assured us that things like this happen. I was not the only woman to experience a miscarriage, and in a few months Roger and I can try again. We just needed to have another appointment to see if I was healthy enough to have another child.

About an hour later, after a short procedure and given instruction on what to do, we finally left the doctor’s office. Upset and discouraged, we slowly walked to the car. On our way home I realize that Roger did not turn the corner to our place, instead he started to drive to the park.  It was then I asked him, “Sweetheart, where are we going?”

“Darling, I know we are upset, but we still have the day with each other. I want to spend it with you. The day is so nice and perfect, I am hoping that a walk in the park will at least lift our spirits. What do you say?”

“Okay. You are great, you know that, right?”

“Am I? Well, I need to remember this for later… There is that smile that I love to see.”

I could not help it but smile. Roger has that ability, and I agreed, a walk in the park will be just the thing.

When we got out of the car and started walking around the park, I could not help it but notice how perfect today looked. The sun shining, a nice warm breeze, everything is buzzing with life and animation. At the same time that the weather was making me happy, the walk in the park was not. Getting to see happy families with children playing around in the park and with each other. It made me think of the child we just lost, and the dreams of having a family. More than once Roger pulled me out of my deep thoughts and showed me different things, like flowers, birds, and a few insects.

I was starting to enjoy my walk when Roger stopped. I paused for a moment to look at him, and started to see that he was crying. I turned around and I saw this elderly woman in a blue dress knitting a cute blue sweater. All of a sudden the emotions of today just washed over me and I could not help but cry. Roger and I walked to each other and embraced ourselves in each others arms and just comforted each other from the terrible day we were having.

After a few moments, Roger started moving and taking me with him. We hurriedly walked out of the park before anyone decided to ask what was wrong. Quietly deciding that home would be the best place for us while we get over the loss of our unborn child.

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The Man

Today was meant to be perfect. I purposely planned our days off to align for a while now, just so I can spend time with my beautiful wife Carter before the baby came. I thought a little us time would help with the transition.

We both woke up excited buzzing around, as we planned our day. The ideas of going to our friends local cafe, the doctor, and ideas for our baby. However, our conversation mainly focused on the baby.

We quickly ate our perfect meal and went to the doctor. I was excited because it would be the first time I would get to see the baby, and Carter was exhilarated just because I was there. Little did we know how different our perfectly day would end in ruins.

It first started off with the nurse not being able to find the baby’s heartbeat. She decided to go get some help, and a half an hour later we were told that the baby was dead. There was no heartbeat, and being that Carter was 9 weeks pregnant, there should be. They also comforted us, in their own way, by telling us that it was common, that 15 – 20% of pregnancies end in miscarriages. We talked about our next options. Carter had a procedure done, we were told what to do and what to expect in the next couple of weeks and to call if anything out of the ordinary happens. In a few months we could try again. They made it seem all was right, all was perfect, and everything was normal.

However nothing was normal. I could tell how deflated Carter had become with the miscarriage. We have been looking forward to having a child for a long time, and have tried for a while now. This pregnancy meant everything to her, and I could see how she was starting to berate herself. How does one protect their wife, comfort her, and help her through something that she blames herself for? There were no instructions for that.

We left. Carter was depressed, and myself not just upset but angry. Upset for the loss of our unborn child. Upset that I could not help Carter. Angry for not being able to help Carter, and angry for the doctors response to how normal all of this was. It felt so insensitive. I know they see it all the time, but they were not like us. We don’t get to experience it all the time.

We got into the car and started on our drive home. It was at the moment when I got to the signal to make the turn to go home, that I decided that we needed to go to the park. It was on the plans. We decided to have a little picnic. I know neither of us were in the mood for a picnic, but I thought the good weather and a little nature would do us good. It was something to get our mind off the horrible events from today, a chance to be happy again.

Carter realize the misturn and started to ask, “Sweetheart, where are we going?”

“Darling, I know we are upset, but we still have the day with each other. I want to spend it with you. The day is so nice and perfect, I am hoping that a walk in the park will at least lift our spirits. What do you say?”

“Okay. You are great, you know that, right?”

“Am I? Well, I need to remember this for later… There is that smile that I love to see.”

Ahhh. That smile. I am so glad to see it. At that moment, I thought the park was a great idea. I was seeing her smile, and finally being happy. Slowly becoming the old Carter that I know.

However, I shortly began to realize the horrors of the park, as it constantly reminded her of the loss we just experienced earlier on that day. I tried to keep her mind off the baby by showing her different kinds of plant, animals, and insects, but nothing prepared me for the old woman knitting the baby sweater.

At that moment I lost it. I felt bad for not being strong enough for my darling, but I could not help it. It was like a train hit me will all of these emotions, and I had to cry. For the loss of our unborn child, for the loss of our perfect day, for the loss of my wife’s happiness.

I realize she saw the old lady and began to cry. It click that I had to do something. Standing paralyzed crying in public is not a good way to help yourself or your wife. I quickly walk to her, seeing that she was walking towards me. We spent a few minutes embracing each other. I decided it was time to leave the park when the elderly lady decided to get up. I had enough for the day, and I did not want Carter to suffer anymore.

We got into the car and drove home. I made us some tea, and we watch movies together. Not a perfect day, but it was not a catastrophe.

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