What would go through your mind, if you would get a phone call at 9:30 on a Friday morning..from your husband.. asking you to come pick him up from work...cause there was a "little accident".
Ookaay. Like, what kind of little accident? Are you going to be ok? Do you just need to come home for a little rest...or are we talking "take me to the ER"? His reply.. "6 big sheets of glass just fell on me. Please just come get me. We will figure out what to do then. ."
I try to stay calm.. get the little Mr. up after he just went to sleep...think about what I might need if we end up spending several hours (or the day) in the hospital.
I kept remembering the time that he told me how dangerous he was learning glass could be. Like, if it falls, it can easily cut off your limbs...or.....well, we won't go there. Let's just say it's dangerous.
But....if he's calling me, wanting me to come get him, it can't be toooo extreme of an injury. Can it, now?
It's a long story..one that I started posting about earlier, but never had the time (or rather the energy, when I would have had the time) to finish. Thus, the reason this post has to have catch-up.
You see, it kind of makes a big difference as to how I feel about the rest of the post.
We ended up just spending a few hours in ER. After getting an x-ray, we learned that he fractured his right scapula (shoulder blade)... that there would be 6-12 weeks of recovery.
He then told me his boss told him he should have been on the floor in pieces.
What is an 8 month pregnant wife supposed to reply to that? You go from being so extremely grateful, to crying buckets of tears, thinking of everything that could have...or "should have" been. Of what I would have done... it makes you sick. Then it makes you so happy... so so happy that you think all of the aches and pains of pregnancy really are nothing after all. That you can handle it. Even if what he can do is very limited, and it means that you need to pick up the slack.. do those things that he had been doing for me, just cause I felt like I was getting so big and clumsy. You know.. I could do them after all.
Things like cleaning the offices in town. Something I had kind of given up on helping him with for now.. partly cause of how I felt..partly because of the small, active son of ours, who loves to get into everything.
It makes you think of life in a whole new way. What really is important? It's so easy to wish for more.. to think that we reaally need certain things... then we can be happy. That to have fun, we need to go on a week-long vacation to ____________ .
No. Really, there are some of the happiest moments, in the "normal day living" that we just don't think about... cause we are looking for "more". (I'm not here to say that vacations aren't good and fun. They are good. and it's great when you can make them happen...it just shouldn't take a vacation to "make your life happy. I don't know..can't seem to say what I'm thinking so I'll leave it at that. )
I have always loved when he came home from work...but now, it feels even better. I am always soo grateful that he is home, safe and sound again.
Okay.. I feel like I'm just on a rant now. Things were kind of rough, especially the first few weeks, but we are grateful. Grateful that we could go through them together. And we are so ever thankful that our bodies are made the way they are, and that they can heal as quickly as they do. It's been 31/2 weeks now, and he is definitely doing better, although he still does get sore, tired, and has some nasty cramping in his arm.
Before all of this happened, we had been planning to go away for a night, before the baby comes.
"this" sort of threw a wrench in the plans. I thought it was something we would just have to give up..although I must admit I was disappointed, but it wasn't the end of the world. I still had him with me.
Last Thursday night he came and asked me if I thought it would work to get away... we would be a little ways away from the hospital, am I too miserable, etc..etc... NO. I'm not to miserable for that!! Yes, I want to go, but...how? Never fear... this guy right here... he'll figure out a way.
I love him soo much. Uhh.. he's handsome.
This here is the place he found.. delightful little (private) cabins out in the beautiful creation.
The property was on Swan Lake
Such a beautiful, relaxing, peaceful evening. I love lakes..water. There is something so refreshing about it.
The Sauna...and Hot Tub. Welll...we didn't use them this time, for obvious reasons...but maybe another time, after sweet bebe, makes his/her appearance.
38 1/2 weeks.
I simply love being married to this guy! I could have written a post a mile long on how amazing he is.. about all the things he did for me, when he was hurting so bad (like scrubbing my kitchen floor...cause I.just.can't.stand.dirty.floors) but we will save space for now I guess... This is already getting rather lengthy, I suppose.
Sparkling Cider..and THE most amazing chocolate mousse. Yes, he really is super man. He makes such yum and delish treats.
Thank you, Jesus for bring us together. And thank you for allowing him to stay here with me for a while longer. I am so, ever grateful!