During what I thought was a normal hospital visit, my husband’s nurse pulled me aside and whispered: “Listen, I don’t want to alarm you, but… LOOK UNDER YOUR HUSBAND’S BED when you go back to the room.” I wasn’t prepared for what I found and it had me reaching for my phone to dial 911.
I’m still reeling as I write this.
Part of me wants to laugh at how ridiculous it all turned out, but the other part?
The other part can’t stop replaying every stressful second of last Friday night.
Ethan, my husband, has been in the hospital for over a week now.
He had surgery to fix an old injury that had been bothering him for years — a complication with his hip that finally caught up with him.
He’s doing better now, recovering, but it hasn’t been easy. Between working, taking care of the kids, and making sure he’s comfortable, my days have been… hectic, to say the least.
“Mom, when’s Dad coming home?” Tommy had asked that morning, pushing his cereal around his bowl.
“Soon, sweetie,” I’d replied, trying to hide the exhaustion in my voice. “He needs to get stronger first.”
“But I miss him,” Sarah had chimed in, her bottom lip trembling.
“It’s not the same without him here.”
“I know, baby. I miss him too. More than you know.” I’d pulled them both into a tight hug, breathing in their familiar scents and drawing strength from their warmth.
Normally, I visit Ethan in the mornings or afternoons while the kids are at school.
But last Friday, my dad offered to take the kids for the night.
“You look like you could use a break,” he’d said, his eyes full of concern. “When was the last time you had a full night’s sleep?”
I couldn’t remember, honestly. But his offer felt like a lifeline.
I thought it was a wonderful idea to surprise Ethan with an evening visit. And maybe brighten his day a little.
When I walked into his hospital room, he looked up from his phone and immediately froze.
“Hey,” I said, smiling as I set my bag down on the chair. “You weren’t expecting me, huh?”
He blinked a couple of times and gave me a nervous laugh.
“No. I mean, uh, didn’t you come earlier today?”
“I did. But I had some extra time, so here I am.” I shrugged, sitting down next to him.
“I miss you, you know.”
“Sam…” he whispered, reaching for my hand but stopping halfway. “You shouldn’t… I mean, you must be exhausted. The kids —”
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