Next Wednesday the hubs and I will be celebrating our fourth wedding anniversary. And what a busy four years it has been. I didn’t realize this much could even fit into such a small window. We’ve witnessed deaths and births, joy and sorrow in the truest sense of the words.
To celebrate still being married through it all we’ll wake up and I’ll squeeze my babies and say goodbye for the night and head to the hospital. The heart issue we found out about when I was pregnant is getting fixed and the only reasonable option for scheduling was on our anniversary. We’ll check into pre-op, I’ll change into a gown, I’ll get an IV and I’ll cry. He will most definitely get to fulfill his husband duties and get to show me what a great one he is by letting me squeeze his hand, but I sure won’t reciprocate. In fact, I’ll spend most of our anniversary asleep and after it’s all over he will get to drive himself home and take care of the kids. Happy anniversary, babe!
I’m told the procedure – which they don’t call surgery because I’m not under general anesthesia, just twilight drugs and pain meds – will take 4 or 5 hours. I can’t explain any of this for the life of me, but I know they are going to pinpoint the exact issues and fix them. Really, that’s all I need to know. I do have to stay overnight in the hospital which gives me a lot of anxiety because I’ll have to leave Paityn overnight for the first time, but also relief to know they will be watching me closely after. I would hate to have a heart procedure then go straight home. I know I will overreact with every sensation I have and want clarity that I’m not dying.
I love you babe – I’m so sorry we are spending our anniversary in a hospital. Let’s make number five great.
Liz is a just a mom trying to keep it real about how little she sleeps, how often she gets puked on and how much she loves them. You can find her here every day writing about real-mom moments.