Anonymous wrote:Our first child was born three weeks before the wedding of one of his best friends so I told him to go alone and I would stay home with the baby. The wedding was about 45 minutes away. He said he would leave after the wedding was over and at around 11pm, he called to say he was going out for a beer with his buddies and would come right home. At around 12:30/1:00, he called me to say that as he was pulling off to a rest stop to use the restroom, he crashed into the metal guardrail (almost totaled my car) and needed me to come pick him up. On a cold, rainy night with a newborn. Nope. I told him to call his parents and they could help him. Neither his mother nor I spoke to him for quite a few days.
I was due on a Saturday, and we were invited to 2 weddings that day (1 friend of mine, 1 friend of his). I declined my friend's wedding. He tried like hell to convince me that it would be fine for him to go to his friend's wedding. And he didn't want to go to the ceremony, only the reception since that was the more "important" piece of their day. He really just wanted to party with his friends. Friday night I told him that it felt like things were happening and he accused me of being dramatic to keep him from going to the wedding reception. Thank god I actually went into labor Saturday morning and had DC around noon, or else he for sure would have ditched me that day.