We all have preconceived notions about what love is. Those ideas come from many places like movies
and what was modeled to us as children.
Then as we get older we go out into the world and start looking for what
we believe to be our ideal. For most of
us we go through much trial and error, meeting person after person, until we
meet “the one” and settle down.
Cohabitation is difficult on it’s own but once you bring
your ideas of right and wrong into it then sometimes it becomes
impossible. Then we start to fuss and
fight about things like toothpaste tubes, laundry on the floor, finances, and
kids…round and round and day after day.
Life is stressful on its own but then we add another layer with our expectations.
Since I have been home sitting around like a potted plant I
have watched about 3 seasons worth of The Amazing Race. I think every couple should have to go
through a series of mental, physical, and life challenges together before they
get married. It brings out your true
character and feelings petty quickly.
Tell the contestants that they will only be given a marriage license if
they are in the top 3. Then test the heck
out of them till the chicks cry and the dudes start to yell.
When we are forming our ideals as young people we don’t know
to look for the most important traits in a person. Instead we look at the superficial and how
they make us “feel”. We don’t know how
important things like work ethic, communication, compassion, and loyalty truly
are. We probably don’t even realize what
they truly are when we are young.
Being closer to 40 now I have seen what life can do to
couples. Being part of the military
community I have seen what life plus military demands can do to couples. Under stress and duress is where you see
people in their purest form.
I guess this is on my mind right now because of the
experiences I am having in my own life pre and post surgery. These are the times when it is most obvious
who Robert and I truly are. Even though
pain, surgery, tragedy, and stress are horrible…I think everyone should have
the opportunity to see their partner in this light. It is amazing.
Before surgery I was all jokes and bravado. I talked about surgery like it was nothing
and joked about my own death. I planned
and purchased, getting the house together for my family before the big
day. But mostly I talked, and talked,
and talked about it to anyone who would listen. I LOVE to tell a good story. In talking about it I was able to tell a
great story and then disassociate myself from all of it. Pre-operation I did everything I could to
keep myself from fully understanding that this was happening to ME. The emotion, the pain, the recovery was all
going to happen to the me in the story but not really to me ME.
Rob on the other hand, did not talk about it at all. Everyone was on a need to know basis and most
people did not need to know. He was very
quiet. He played a lot of video
games. He did not even sleep the night
before surgery. He just sat downstairs
in his chair quietly. Pre-operation he
sat and thought about EVERYTHING. He
thought about the risks. He googled the
procedures. He worried about me. He internalized all the feelings and instead
started to make plans.
The day of surgery he was calm and quiet and held my hand. We went through each step at the hospital one
by one and he got stronger as I got weaker.
I talked and smiled less and less.
When it got to the time I had to go change into my fancy hospital
clothes and fabulous grippy socks I was terrified. I was holding back sobs. Tears would silently fall. I tried to talk myself into a better
place…convince myself that I was brave, but it did not work. I started to tremble. Rob sat and held my hand.
By the time we finally sat down with a nurse to go over last
minute details and take my vitals I was hanging on by a VERY thin thread. Then it happened. She handed Rob a piece of paper that had
visitor instructions on it and told him that visiting hours were from
10am-8pm. WHAT!! I looked at her and
asked again because I was positive I had heard wrong. “Your husband cannot stay the night in the
hospital with you”…and that is where I came completely undone.
I started to shake my head and cry. No, I’m sorry that is for other people but my
husband HAS to stay. I cannot, I WILL
NOT be alone in this hospital. The nurse
was so sweet and reassuring but I started to unravel in a spectacular
fashion. She quickly moved us to another
room, so I would not freak out the other patients, and then went to find my
doctor. I began to sob, hyperventilate,
and carry on like a crazy person. Rob
sat and held my hand.
I had not at all prepared myself for the reality of this
situation. I had not even considered
that he would not be there with me in the hospital every second. Getting through surgery and then being with
Rob WAS my plan. Without that, all my
strength and big talk went right out the window and I truly freaked out. I freaked out like my 6 year old freaks out
when you tell him to eat vegetables. I
cried. I talked back. I carried on like a lunatic for a good 40
minutes. At one point when the doctor
said that we could reschedule I’m pretty sure I said, “No, no we will NOT
reschedule because if I leave here I am NEVER coming back. Don’t care about the bubble. I can’t even feel it so it can stay in there
until it explodes for all I care. I DO
NOT want to do this!”…or something equally charming.
It was a mortifying spectacle and I only wish I had it on
video to share because I sure at this point it would be hilarious. My plan changed, I had to face one of my
biggest fears and I did it without grace.
Through all of it, Rob sat and held my hand.
After and hour of unsportsmanlike conduct in the punishment
room, I was exhausted and agreed to continue as scheduled.
Once the IV was in it was smooth sailing because my chart
probably said “Spazoid Proceed with Extreme Caution.” The anesthesiologist gave me something
immediately to calm my nerves and it was all-good after that. Until the very last second before they
wheeled me away…Rob sat and held my hand.
Surgery happened. I
lost the bubble, right ovary, and appendix.
I survived the night alone in the hospital by pressing the morphine drip
button whenever it allowed me to self medicate…which was about every 17
minutes. They took my vitals every 2
hours. I did not sleep at all but I made
it. In a drug induced stupor I was brave
enough to lay there alone in the dark all night while strangers talk to me
about bodily function and heart rates.
At exactly 8am, Rob was there to hold my hand.
The day after surgery I was a model patient. I drank a ton of water. I sat up.
I walked. I ate. I gave up the morphine drip for some Percocet
and was ready at 4pm when the doctors finally came to see me. The minute they walked in I said, “Oh good
it’s you guys. I filled your pee bucket
all the way to the top and I want to go home now.” Since she was afraid to instigate another
meltdown the doctor reluctantly agreed to release me under Rob’s supervision.
Since I have been home I have not been the ideal
patient. I’m finding sitting still and
following directions difficult. I have
watched way too much TV. And I realize
now that this recovery IS going to be very long and painful. I feel like I am sitting here withering away
for a month.
But Rob, has come alive!
He has put together a nice little nest on the reclining loveseat for
me. He refills my cup of ice water at
least 20 times a day. He adjusts the
thermostat on my whims. He cooks amazing
meals from scratch every night. He
washes the dishes. He does the laundry. He helps me stand up from the sofa whenever I
need to get up, hugs me every time, and kisses my forehead. He helps me shower as I complain. He even takes care of the incision. Everyday he checks it and meticulously cleans
it with Q-tips so that I heal quickly.
Through everything the character of the man I married is
evident. He is my calm. He is my protector. He is my caretaker. He is my partner without question, complaint,
or comment no matter what. I get to
witness love in action every single day and it humbles me.
Each night he sleeps next to me sitting up on the
loveseat. He wakes up twice a night to
give me medication. But mostly whenever he can, Rob sits and holds my hand.
True love and devotion!! Love you Michelle!! Here is to a quick recovery!! Rob truely is a blessing to you!!! Love ya!!!
ReplyDeleteThank you for making me ball like a baby! You both deserve the best! love you all
ReplyDeleteAs I was cleaning up the blog I remembered a blog post my sister made over 4 years ago about my sweet husband and wanted to share. http://notablogger1.blogspot.com/2009/01/loves-evolution.html
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