My husband has been with me through 12 of my 16 surgeries. Three of those were prior to our getting married (and all within a year), so he sort of knew what he was getting into.
When I had my valve replacement he and my mom both stayed at the hospital with me every night. He only left one time to see a movie with his mom (to get some stress relief) and ended up taking a nap through the whole thing. It was in that stay, as he asked questions from the nurses and watched everything that was happening to me, that he made the decision to go to nursing school. I know for sure that he wouldn't have made that decision had it not been for that surgery. He has been a nurse now for 2 years and he's wonderful!
Right after we got back from that surgery we had to move (our lease was up and they were raising the rent, so we found a new place with a back yard for the dogs). I couldn't lift anything at all, so he did almost all the packing and arrangements for the move. I don't recall him ever complaining (though it wouldn't surprise me if he had ). And after seeing the way he packed this last time we moved, I'm shocked and amazed he managed to do it back then!
When my ovarian cyst burst he was by my side and took me to the ER. He didn't flinch when I barfed in front of him (even though that is one thing he hates the most!). He was there when I woke up and only left me to take care of the dogs and go to class. The poor guy was exhausted!
When I had my first ICD implanted he gave me lovenox shots (which actually, he liked ) and when it got infected and I had to be on IV antibiotics he helped me hook myself up twice every day and was there when the home health nurse would clean and repack the wound (taking pictures, no less!). Once the wound vac had been removed the job of cleaning and repacking went to him. A job he took way too much pleasure from. When I later went to a plastic surgeon to have my scar fixed (it wasn't healing completely) he was in the room with me, holding my hand. Again, he took way too much pleasure out of it!
Last year when I had to make a trip to the Mayo Clinic he arranged his schedule so that he worked extra shifts before we left and he wouldn't have to take as many vacation days. Knowing how much he hates back to back shifts, this is a big deal. He was there by my side though every appointment and I don't know what I would have done without him. And when we had to go back two months later because the lead stopped capturing, he DROVE all the way from TX to MN so we would have transportation while we were there (the last time had been difficult without a car). He still complains about that (I was supposed to help with the driving on the way there, but didn't), but I think that's fair. And after both of these surgeries he helped me shave my arm pits, because I couldn't reach around to get to them. Talk about a trooper!
And now, he's going through a surrogacy journey with me. He isn't always as excited about it as I am, but I can tell he's looking forward to being a dad, even if it means jumping through the hoops we have in front of us.
I absolutely LOVE my man. I cannot imagine my life without him. I don't know who else would put up with me! Then again, I'm not sure anyone else would put up with him.
When I had my valve replacement he and my mom both stayed at the hospital with me every night. He only left one time to see a movie with his mom (to get some stress relief) and ended up taking a nap through the whole thing. It was in that stay, as he asked questions from the nurses and watched everything that was happening to me, that he made the decision to go to nursing school. I know for sure that he wouldn't have made that decision had it not been for that surgery. He has been a nurse now for 2 years and he's wonderful!
Right after we got back from that surgery we had to move (our lease was up and they were raising the rent, so we found a new place with a back yard for the dogs). I couldn't lift anything at all, so he did almost all the packing and arrangements for the move. I don't recall him ever complaining (though it wouldn't surprise me if he had
). And after seeing the way he packed this last time we moved, I'm shocked and amazed he managed to do it back then! When my ovarian cyst burst he was by my side and took me to the ER. He didn't flinch when I barfed in front of him (even though that is one thing he hates the most!). He was there when I woke up and only left me to take care of the dogs and go to class. The poor guy was exhausted!
When I had my first ICD implanted he gave me lovenox shots (which actually, he liked
) and when it got infected and I had to be on IV antibiotics he helped me hook myself up twice every day and was there when the home health nurse would clean and repack the wound (taking pictures, no less!). Once the wound vac had been removed the job of cleaning and repacking went to him. A job he took way too much pleasure from. When I later went to a plastic surgeon to have my scar fixed (it wasn't healing completely) he was in the room with me, holding my hand. Again, he took way too much pleasure out of it! Last year when I had to make a trip to the Mayo Clinic he arranged his schedule so that he worked extra shifts before we left and he wouldn't have to take as many vacation days. Knowing how much he hates back to back shifts, this is a big deal. He was there by my side though every appointment and I don't know what I would have done without him. And when we had to go back two months later because the lead stopped capturing, he DROVE all the way from TX to MN so we would have transportation while we were there (the last time had been difficult without a car). He still complains about that (I was supposed to help with the driving on the way there, but didn't), but I think that's fair.
And after both of these surgeries he helped me shave my arm pits, because I couldn't reach around to get to them. Talk about a trooper!And now, he's going through a surrogacy journey with me. He isn't always as excited about it as I am, but I can tell he's looking forward to being a dad, even if it means jumping through the hoops we have in front of us.
I absolutely LOVE my man. I cannot imagine my life without him. I don't know who else would put up with me!
Then again, I'm not sure anyone else would put up with him. 
