If you'll indulge me for a moment...
It's impossible to express how much life has changed since draft night 2019. I was working my last week at a company that was going under, meanwhile my wife was 20 weeks* pregnant (actually 19 weeks and 6 days, that'll matter in a minute).
Obviously it was the heat of June, and my cousin was crashing on our living room couch after he lost power on a near-100° night. My wife went to sleep, so I ended up watching the draft in a spare bedroom.
Somewhere between Cody Martin and Jalen McDaniels, I heard a loud crash. I ran to the bedroom, my wife had passed out on the way to the bathroom (breaking her chin on the tiled floor) and was now convulsing. And again, halfway through her pregnancy.
She was very pale - which is saying something because she's *always* pale - burning up, and not really responsive. I splashed some cold water on her face and she came to, mostly wondering why her chin hurt.
She insisted she was OK, maybe a little hot. I got her back to bed in time to see her eyes roll back as it all happened again. I call my mother-in-law, a nurse at Duke hospital, she comes over and says just keep her cool and see how she does in the morning.
I also forgot my cousin was asleep downstairs, and now my MIL hates him because she thinks he freeloads here or something.
She did ok the rest of the night, but the next morning it happened a third time. This time she was more aware of what was happening, and was obviously concerned for the baby.
We rushed to the hospital, where an OB was set to meet with us. That didn't actually happen, by the time they got there they had pivoted to focusing primarily on her because we were a day shy of 20 weeks. Had it been a day later, they would've had specialists there to check on the baby; but instead that had to wait.
I cannot express how little momma cared about her own health in those moments.
Eventually the doctors clear her; basically a combination of dehydration, overheating, losing nutrients to the baby, and potentially food poisoning led to her having seizure-like reactions. They gave her fluids and she was OK.
FINALLY they check on the baby, and - as if for dramatic effect - it took a moment to find her heartbeat. But all was well. My MIL arrives again and they send me off because - oh, right - it's my last day at work!
Fast forward to draft night 2020: our daughter just turned 1 two weeks ago! She's happy, healthy, and a handful. Mom is doing well, too. She enjoys her job, so I ended up pivoting to a stay-at-home dad role (which was originally gonna be more temporary but, y'know: COVID).
And hey, PJ was a really good pick!
TL;DR: Last year on draft night was maybe the most stressful night of my life, as I feared for the health of my 20-weeks-pregnant wife and unborn daughter. Now my daughter is a year old; a lot has changed inbetween drafts!
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