It goes without saying that life throws us curveballs.Well, this weekend, we got quite the curveball.
I came back from a friend’s baby shower in Chicago around 9 PM last night to a husband limping and in serious pain with a frighteningly purple ankle.
Turns out in indoor soccer that afternoon, he’d gotten hurt. Yet in typical male fashion, he had not gone to the doctor yet, thinking he’d be OK. But he wasn’t.
For some background: two years ago he broke his right wrist playing indoor, and so when I came home and saw how much pain he was in, I had a feeling we were looking at a break again. So we headed to the ER … where we sat from like 10 til 1:30 AM til we got the news.
He did, indeed, break it … and is in a temporary cast and crutches til he sees the ortho doctor tomorrow — who will tell him if he needs surgery (we’re praying not!). The thing is, even if he doesn’t need surgery, it’s likely he will be on crutches and in a cast for the next 4-6 weeks.
I’m 34 weeks pregnant today. Due in 6 weeks … though as I’ve shared here on the blog, there’s a very strong possibility she could come sooner (hopefully not TOO soon!). He feels horrible and keeps apologizing, but it’s not his fault … indoor soccer is just EVIL.
Needless to say, I’m a complete mess of emotions.
I’m angry that this happened. I hate seeing someone I love in pain, most obviously … but also angry this happened at all right now. Why us? I believe we’re being tested for a reason, but REALLY, Big Man, really?! Haven’t we been through enough?!
I’m annoyed that this happened. Sunday was the day he was supposed to be putting furniture together and though he finished the painting the ceiling and trim earlier in the day, we’re still looking at mounds of boxes–heavy things I can’t lift. And though he says he’ll still be able to put things together and will find a way, it’s hard to picture how he could, given he is not fully mobile.
I’m sad that this happened. These next few weeks are it for us as a couple, before we become parents and our lives change forever more. Now anything fun we’d thought of doing — 0r frankly even needed to do — will not be possible, or at least not in the same manner.
I’m frustrated that this happened. I’m slowing down as it is (and need to be) and really needed him to be there for me to help with things physically but also emotionally. And now he needs me, too. While this is what couples do (and what we’ve always done!) we’re in quite a challenging time right now. And while we have lots of awesome friends in the area, we have no family here to rely upon. If he needs surgery and I end up with a C-section …ugh, I just don’t even want to think about it. It makes my brain hurt.
The thing is, there’s truly nothing we can do except let time heal him, and we’ll just do our best and hope Maya doesn’t make an early appearance. That’s honestly always been my biggest fear, and now even more so — and now it’s a fear much bigger than her nursery not being ready!!!
Anyway, we could use all the good thoughts and prayers you have … serenity now!