Friday, February 15, 2008 - My husband
Today I was reading everyone's posts in tribute to their loved ones, and although it is not the 14th anymore, I feel the need to write a tribute to my husband, after the night we had last night.
Bear with me.
I felt weird yesterday, all day, so I rested a lot. Many of you know that I was in the midst of my second miscarriage. It hadn't happened yet, but last night, it all came to a head, starting at 10 pm. Most of you out there have given birth, so believe me when I tell you that it was the most traumatic, scariest, most physically horrible thing that I or my husband have ever been through or witnessed.
I almost bled to death, for real. Literally. I kid you not. I watched as my very life's flow gushed out of me. And my husband was there. The whole time. Never left me for one minute, late at night.
And he was scared to death too. We finally decided it was time to go to the hospital, if we could get me off the bathroom floor without me passing out, which I almost did twice.
But God, in His mysterious and greater mercy than I have ever seen before, decided that we wouldn't have to go to the hospital. He allowed my body to finish the work it had set out to do, praise be to our God.
And my unflappable, cool-as-a-cucumber husband was there every step of the way. He never once lost his composure or panicked. He was my strong rock, when I was laying on the floor in a state of semi-consciousness, sweating and nauseated and really scared. He even sat on the edge of the tub and caressed the hair behind my ear. That, along with the cool bathroom floor and the open bathroom window, brought me back from the brink in the very palm of my Father, Who was also there and never once left or slept or slumbered.
You know, if any of you out there have ever hemorrhaged, you know how awful it is, how very messy it is, right? Well, it was all of that and more, and my knight never even flinched.
Gals, this goes above and beyond the call of duty. My love bank, in a strange way, is totally filled by the selfless love of this man for me in my darkest hour.
I honestly, I kid you not, thought that I was going to die, and I begged God not to take me yet. In His unfathomable way, He gave me another day, another breath. Another moment on earth to appreciate my man.
This man, whom God so graciously allowed me to borrow for an unknown amount of time, gently washed me. He stroked my face. He was also funny, to try to calm me down and occupy my mind. I love him so much more than I did two days ago.
Early this morning, this man who is my husband called in sick to work to take care of me. After finally getting me into a totally immaculate and cozy bed (the best thing I have ever felt in my life, aside from that cool bathroom floor) at 1:15 am, he slept right beside me, close to me so I could reach out to him. After a very short night, he got up at 7:15 in the morning to tend to me. He even checked my bleeding every hour, just like the nurses in the hospital do after you have a baby. I kept telling him what a good doctor he was.
So, we together weathered a very frightening storm. And oh, I now feel the planting, the shooting, of a new root of love for my husband in the soil of my heart.
I spent the entire day in bed today, napping. I couldn't even sit up without being sick to my stomach till late this afternoon. Now I am able to sit up and actually lay on my side without feeling light headed. I'm on the mend. I lost a significant amount of blood and I hope to be back on my feet by tomorrow evening.
I was going to go in to the doctor today to have a full blood work up to see if I needed a transfusion, and to get my HcG levels checked, but my husband said no way. Such a wise man, because I couldn't even sit up! So he's taking me in on Monday morning to have the whole 9 yards done. He's off all next week.
After talking to my doctor on the phone this morning, I hung up and broke down in sobs. My husband came to me and his comfort was a balm to my battered soul. I sobbed because I was sad, yes, but more than that......
I was so relieved that it was all over, that I had survived.......
And that God had seen fit to give me one more day to try to appreciate the blessings He has given me more.
I'm so grateful, so relieved......
Now if I just had a huge pot of chicken vegetable soup, the healing would be complete.
Comments
Friday, February 15, 2008 - Untitled Comment
Posted by drewsfamilytx
Oh dear, sweet Leanne!!! I wish I could send you some soup right now! And about a bzillion hugs too.
Praising God that you are okay! Sit tight and take it easy, okay?
Love,
Marsha
Saturday, February 16, 2008 - Untitled Comment
Posted by nikowa
(crying) wow you really bring back memories! I've had 2 so I'm there with you. You're very blessed to have such a wonderful husband :)
Sunday, February 17, 2008 - Untitled Comment
Posted by Anonymous
I just read this! How tramatic, but what a blessing that your husband was so wonderful. I will continue to pray for you. Michelle
Monday, February 18, 2008 - Untitled Comment
Posted by EEEEMommy
Oh, sweet girl! What a traumatic time; and how good God is to give you such a faithful knight! It's a beautiful tribute! I am praying for strength as you recover! Feel free to stay in bed and let those kids pamper you!!!! Do NOT rush to get up!!!
