Last Tuesday, I went to Children’s Hospital for the morning for a Blogger Media event.  Myself and five other local bloggers (Nanci, Angie and Trish, Andre, and Val) were taken on a behind-the-scenes tour of the hospital, where we got to learn all kinds of amazing facts about our state’s only free-standing Children’s Hospital, which also happens to be one of the top 10 biggest in the nation.

I have to admit, I was a little scared of going, seeing as how I’m 5 weeks away from giving birth and didn’t know how my uber-pregnancy-emotions could handle being in a Children’s Hospital.  But even the NICU was a bright and encouraging place – no pregnancy tears came from me!  Instead of being completely and totally freaked out by all the possibilities of what could possibly go wrong (in a ephemeral-emotional-pregnant-way), I was reassured and encouraged by the unbelievably top-notch care and attentive and kind staff available in my city, lest we ever need it.

And, when I first arrived, they washed away all my fears by telling us some very, very exciting news: They were going to take us up in the Lifesaver helicopter.

If you’ve been around awhile, you’re probably aware that I LOVE heights.  Sure – they scare me a wee bit, but the rush far outweighs my fears.  So the thought of going up in a Helicopter for the first time in my life thrilled me to my soul.

So we took the elevator up to the forbidden rooftop Helipad (I’m sure our tour guides had to enter some super-secret code along with their retina and fingerprint scans to access it), where we were all introduced to how shockingly small a Lifesaver helicopter really is:

Seriously – that thing was tee-NINY.  The cockpit was this smallish hole in the front of the plane where I’m sure the pilot could only fit if he hadn’t had a large breakfast, and the back seat consisted of two smaller-than-airline-standard seats and a stretcher that had to go all the way up to the pilot to have enough room for a patient:


I was simply stunned that they were able to work on the most critical patients in such a tiny space.

And, to make it even more shocking, they told us that if they had a baby that they were transporting, they had to remove one of the seats to make room to bolt an isolet in, which meant that either the in-flight nurse or the respiratory therapist had to sit in the floor in a tangled mess with the other one’s legs.

And they save people’s lives like that.


So they told us all about their procedures and the flights and all of the super-cool parts of their job, and then it happened.

(I really should have known it would.)

The in-flight nurse looked at me and said, “If you don’t mind, I have to get personal with you in particular for just a moment.  What trimester are you in?”

And immediately, I knew what that question meant.

I thought of the possible responses…

“What do you mean, trimester?”

“Oh – I’m just barely pregnant – there’s just four of ‘em in there.”

“It’s not a baby! It’s a tumor.  I’ve got an appointment to have it removed after I leave here.”

But I answered, knowingly sealing my fate.

“The third.”

“I’m sorry, ma’am, but you can’t go up.  There are extreme vibrations and high heat … we can’t run the risk of exposing you to that.”

“But you’re an in-flight nurse! On a lifesaver helicopter!!  Where could there be a safer place to give birth??”

And, with complete deadpan delivery, “Yes ma’am – We work on children.  Your baby will be fine, but I can’t guarantee the same for you.”

Of course, I accepted my fate of watching from below, and begged for a rain check, which they gladly gave me.

(And I WILL be using that rain check.  As soon as possible.)

I listened in envy as the other bloggers giddily relayed their adventures of flying over the city and circling their houses, as their families came out and waved to them with tears of joy and excitement running down their cheeks… and I dreamed of my future Helicopter ride.

On Friday, Nanci (who DID get to go up in the helicopter), brought me a cruel and torturous reminder perfect baby gift so that I could always remember who was to blame for my missed adventure:


(And the earth toy was to know what I missed out on seeing, of course.)

Yes, this missed adventure will go in Noah’s Book of Blame right away.

Maybe they’ll let me take that rain check a little early – you know, when I get really desperate to get this kid out.  I bet all those vibrations would be as effective as an hour (or more!!) of jumping on Ali’s trampoline…

Good thing Children’s Hospital has my safety prioritized – that makes one of us.

12 thoughts on “In Which Noah (Wasn’t Quite) Born in the Sky.

  1. Rachel,

    I’m so sorry we kicked the air from under your kite on your visit in regards to your helicopter flight. Your rain check is valid anytime (post-partum). We’ll have our dedicated helicopter back up so you’ll get your thrill ride in the bright shiny Red/White helicopter branded with our Children’s Hospital logo too.

    Again, thanks for visiting with us and also for not hitting me with one of those witty answers to my trimester question. (Those were some great come-backs above though!)

    1. Thanks so much for having me! As I said, I’m glad you were concerned about my safety – I wouldn’t have been as much!! I had an awesome time and really look forward to coming back for my rain check! :)

  2. Haha, funny gift! Sorry you missed out on the ride…but glad you’ll be able to do it later! I had no idea they were that small. Crazy! Oh, and BTW your new site is weird! Haha :) I clicked on the link for loving heights and it took me to a weird page…something about surfing and punting. Interesting. :)

  3. Now just watch dear Noah MAKING you go on a helicopter ride as a frightened patient. Mommy guilt will run eternal and trump baby blame! ;) Just kidding, I really hope that you never HAVE to ride in the helicopter but get to experience it for fun!

  4. Big time bummer! Hope you get to take your rain check ride soon!
    I’m very grateful to have a Children’s Hospital here, all they have in Auburn is an old run down Children’s wing of the regular hospital & it’s terrible

  5. You crack me up! I know for a fact that Noah likes to travel by sea, not air. When you take up that raincheck on the ride, let me know and I will run outside and wave up to you. :)

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