And I did just that. I knew one day I would find myself taking care of my husband in a great time of need, but I thought a) it would be when it was time for his next kidney transplant and b) it would be later in life; not before he was 30. But we are the Murphy’s Law couple and we keep putting that to the ultimate test.
A little over 3 weeks ago, my son got a pretty nasty cold and passed it on to me. Once I was over it, we thought it has completely missed my husband. Boy were we ever wrong! Apparently we had contracted a virus called CMV. For most people with a normal immune system, this lovely thing causes minimal symptoms or even just goes dormant. But for people like Noah with a suppressed immune system, it wreaks MASSIVE havoc on you and you end up in the hospital taking meds that have to be given to you through a midline and come in chemotherapy bags. Yeah, it’s been an interesting week of caring for my husband in a hospital while sadly dropping my son off with different people every day. Lucas did GREAT with each and every person and that was the greatest thing I could ask for.
A lot of people kept mentioning how stressed I must be or worn out I must feel. I didn’t feel any of that. My husband needed medical help; I didn’t think twice about getting him that. In fact, I really didn’t think much about what I was doing. I just wanted the man I love to not be in the pain he was in so I did EVERYTHING I could to make him comfortable. The only thing that really tore me up was not having daily interaction with our son as a family. I hurt every morning and every night when I was only spending an hour at a time with our son while I was spending 12 hours a day at a hospital getting my husband to try and mend and driving up and down the dreaded 405 S-curve. I just wanted my family as a whole again.
Finally, a week after my husband was admitted to the hospital, he was released and I brought him home after an extensive training regarding his at home care and administering his meds. It was the one wish I wanted for my birthday and I find myself tearing up just thinking that at 27, turning 28, I had grown into this wife and mom who could care less about what I actually DID on my birthday; I just wanted my family to be with me. I will always stand by my men as they make me the best ‘me’….