In Sickness and In Health

Yep. Those words became very real this weekend.

Sunday we spent most of our day here:

In case you can't tell (which, let's be honest, you can't) that is St. Vincent's Hospital here in B-ham.

When Matt wasn't feeling well on Sunday morning, I had one of those "I really am an adult" moments. It was my decision (well sort of his too but mostly mine) to get him in the car and trek down to the emergency room. It wasn't fun, but I just knew that this pain was coming from the elusive appendix and the only way to resolve it would be to head to the ER (ok I didn't really know but all my internet research seemed to point in that direction).

Turns out I was right (whew...good thing I didn't force him to the hospital for nothing). After a few hours of tests and such they whisked him away for an appendectomy. The crazy thing only took 20 minutes!

Once he was finally out of surgery Matt's family hung around to make sure he was comfortable and I had everything I needed (which I did, thanks to sis going on a scavenger hunt in our townhouse). But then that whole "in sickness and in health" thing came back around and I had another "i really am an adult" moment as his family kissed him goodbye and left for the evening....

It was just me and my (drugged-up) boo in the cozy hospital room for the night (well there were the nurses too but they don't count). And it was in that moment that it hit me that this is what marriage is really all about. It's about making him go to the hospital because he is sick as a dog and then waiting with him and tensing up through the pain and uncertainty. It's about that pit in your stomach that doesn't know what is going to happen next. It's about putting on a white cap and following him into the OR prep and then kissing him goodbye as they wheeled him to surgery. (And more importantly it's about kissing his lips when they bring him back in and let you know that everything is going to be ok.) It's about staying by his side through the night and waking up to make sure he's ok every. single. time. he moved. It's about making sure he has food and medicine and sitting next to him on the couch (some extra time for LOST!) while he recovers. THIS is what marriage and love are all about.

Can't wait til he is fully recovered and back to this silly guy pulling on my hat....oooo and for baseball season too :)