any other way. But at the time, I was more than a little apprehensive about it. Once again, it worked out that Chris was preparing to leave just when I was due.
They say God only gives you what you can handle. Chris didnât cope with crying babies very well. So either he paid the military to deploy him with each baby, or God was looking out for him with well-timed, newborn-avoiding deployments.
This time, the Team guy karma worked: the sonogram technician confirmed it was a girl several months into the pregnancy. She was going to be the first female born into the Kyle side of the family in eighty years. Which made her unique, and her grandparents particularly tickled.
Chris couldnât resist the opportunity to tease them with the news.
âWeâre having a boy,â he said when he called them back in Texas with the news.
âOh, how nice,â they said.
âNo, weâre having a girl.â
âWhoo-hoo!â they shouted.
âNo, weâre having a boy.â
âChris! Which is it!?â
âA girl!â
If they could have gotten away to visit us that night, I doubt they would have needed an airplane to fly.
One of the things I loved about Chris was his sense of humor, which seemed perfectly matched with mine, even at its most offbeat. April Foolsâ Day was always a major highlight. A month before our daughter was due, I woke him up in the middle of the night.
âDonât panic,â I told him, âbut I think Iâm going into labor.â
âDo we have a bag?â he asked, jumping up immediately.
âNo, no, donât worry.â I slipped out of bed and went to take a shower.
Chris immediately got dressed and, calmly but very quickly, gathered my clothes and packed a suitcase.
âIâm ready!â he announced, barging into the bathroom.
âBabe, do you know what day it is?â I asked sweetly. It was two A . M ., April 1.
âAre you kidding me?â he said, disbelieving.
I laughed and plunged back into the shower.
He quickly got revenge by flushing the toilet, sending a burst of cold water across my body.
In retrospect, maybe Iâd been a little cruel, but we did love teasing each other. At our wedding, weâd smooshed cake into each otherâs faces. That began a tradition that continued at each birthdayâwhether it was ours or not. The routine never seemed to get old. Weâd giggle and laugh, chasing each other as if we were crazy people. Our friends and neighbors got used to itâand learned to stay out of the line of fire.
I had a routine appointment with the obstetrician roughly a month before Angel was due. Ordinarily Chris went with me to the appointments, and this one was no different; we planned to meet at the office. But when I got to the building, he wasnât there.
One thing you have to know about Chris: if you set a watch by him, it would have been ten minutes early. He was never late for anything he considered important. And he considered his babies very important.
So when I was called in and he still wasnât there, I was concerned. I knew something must be up.
There was nothing to worry about, I told myself. He was still in the States, far from danger. Something must have come up and he couldnât use his phone for some reason.
Your loved ones donât have to be in a war zone for you to worry about them. In fact, there are all sorts of statistics on how dangerous life can be outside of a war zone. Itâs just that ordinarily we donât think about that. We donât focus on our anxieties.
I put all those possibilities out of my mind as I went into the exam room. I was relaxed. Iâd been through one birth, and I knew what to expect. Even better, my platelets were under control this time.
Except . . .
They hooked me up to the ultrasound machine. The operatorâs brows knitted. Before I could ask what was up, sheâd gone to get the doctor.
The