Most of you already know this…but just in case anyone new is following along… I’m a working mom, outside of the home, full-time. The hubs is a stay-at-home dad for our youngest two (now ages 3 and 4). He also catches the brunt of tween drama each afternoon when she gets home from school.
When Mike made the decision to have bariatric surgery as well, we had to really stop and consider what that was going to look like in our lives in May 2016. What would we do about childcare? What about other commitments (such as church Youth Group or school concerts or medical appointments)? What would happen on the day of surgery? The days after?
Living in the same place for nearly 20 years, you can easily take for granted the support network that has developed over the years. Living over 600 miles away from that established support network when your husband has major surgery is a reality check.
But, guess what? Living in Erie for less than 2 years, I feel like we’ve been here for 20. The support we’ve received (and continue to receive) is amazing. Little things, big things and all the in-between things. And, my people know me so well…they text me 😀 I’ve never been a “talk on the phone” sorta girl.
Mike and I have been married for almost 18 years, and I’ve been with him through close to a dozen surgeries and procedures during that time. His surgery yesterday was a first for us. We parted ways at the hospital entrance. I literally dropped him off at the front door and drove away with Katie and Jeb. We headed out on our own little adventure.
Mike and I decided it made the most sense for me to stay home with Katie and Jeb during his surgery because you never know if surgery will be on time, last longer than expected, [insert any other issue here]. So, I took Katie and Jeb to the library. Then we went for a walk at Presque Isle. Followed by a trip to…Chuck E. Cheese. (Ok, I admit, that last one was not my idea. Mike suggested it to me on the way to the hospital… “hey, you could always take them to Chuck E. Cheese for a special, surprise lunch.” At first, I thought he was crazy, but then, I figured, what the heck?!?)
Mike called around 11:30am to tell me he was still waiting in pre-op. What I found out many hours later was that his surgery ended up being delayed nearly 2 hours. (Perfect reason why it made sense to hang with Katie and Jeb.) The surgeon called me just as I was walking into the hospital to tell me all had gone well. I checked-in with the family waiting room attendant and waited. And waited. And waited. After almost 90 minutes, I had no updates. Nothing. I wasn’t worried, I was annoyed. Like I said, I’ve been through this surgical waiting room rodeo before. The surgeon had already spoken with me, so I wondered why I hadn’t been called back to Recovery. There was no one to ask, so I went up to the floor I knew he would eventually be assigned to. I asked if they could help me get a status. Within 5 minutes, I was being escorted to visit Mike in Recovery 🙂
After a quick visit, I had to head back home so Abby could attend her final Youth Group of the school year for church. When I was able to come back up the hospital a few hours later, Mike was out of Recovery and in his own room.
And now, for the rest of this week, I’m reminding myself of just how amazing Mike is to stay home with our kids every. single. day. I’m balancing working from home with “I’m hungry,” “I’m thirsty,” “I wanna go outside,” and “Can we go ___?” I’m very thankful my job has the flexibility to work atypical hours this week. It makes the balance a little easier to achieve.
A heartfelt thanks to everyone for your prayers, words of encouragement, texts to check on us…we feel so very loved.