Monday, August 13, 2007

My other half, almost missing.

"Don't worry about the Birthday Party...don't worry about picking up the kids. Just come home."

"Okay...Why? What's wrong?"

"I've called 911, and they have an ambulance on it's way. I was working on the jeep and it rolled on me."

"OMG, I'm almost there."

Yes, this is the conversation I had with my husband at 11:17 am Saturday morning. I arrived to find our jeep in the road, my husband holding his head with a towel, and blood everywhere. Minutes went by, during which I moved the jeep out of middle of the road, and finally the paramedics showed up...then the police and finally the ambulance. The whole time, he is talking, he's moving, he's coherent, and that gives me the most comfort and hope. Somehow, even through the terror, I'm certain that he is going to be okay. He's going to have injuries, but he's going to survive. And that is what got me through calling his mom, answering all the wonderfully kind State Trooper's questions, literally driving like a maniac up to the hospital. But I digress. They load him into the ambulance to drive him the open space in our development so that he can be medi-vacced up to the trauma hospital. Of course, the ambulance drivers have no clue where that is. I could have pushed the gurney there faster, but they were doing the best they could. When we (myself, my mom and my Mother-in-law) reach the hospital some hour later, he has arrived, as has my Sister-in-law and her husband (they live near the hospital he was taken to). We are taken back to a room where we are to wait while they do all the tests they need to do. I feel amazingly calm. The nurse finally comes a little bit later, and tells us we can see him for a few minutes...He has a neck brace on, his head is bandaged, he's in nothing but a hospital gown, and he has dried blood all over him. But he's awake and alert and talking, and then it hits me so hard. I almost lost my husband. After several CT Scans, X-Rays, different doctors and several hours, they decide that he is one of the luckiest people in the world. A vehicle had rolled over him, the tire rolling over his head, and he has no broken bones...all he has is a gash in his head (now with 6 staples), several spots of road rash and bruises, and a shoulder that he thinks he may have damaged again. Seriously...that's it. I'm so amazed and so thankful.

I've known that I love this man for over 10 years. We have been through some amazingly hard times in our life, and we are still together and in love. He is truly my best friend, my other half. Without him, my life would not be as beautiful, as fun, as frustrating and as full as it is now. I would truly feel the wound of his loss for the rest of my life. And so I am so very happy that I won't have to...I look forward to living with him for many years to come. And next time, he'll remember to chock the wheels and apply the parking break before removing the drive shaft from a vehicle.


Amanda said...

Good lord, I can't imagine what you went through, as I experienced heart stopping terror over here.

Mama's hubby said...

I can say I was already the luckiest man in the world. The good lord gave me a wonderful wife and three crazy beautiful children. I almost left mt best friedn beind to raise our children. During my helicopter ride to the hospital I had me realization of that and broke down and cried like a baby. The state trooper that was riding in the back with had tears in his eyes as he told me it was OK to cry there was no reason to put on my brave face there. I was good when it was time to get back off the helicopter. I have thanked God many many times for looking over me and lettin gme hang around a little longer so I can still wake up every morning roll over and say "Good Morning Beautiful". I ave grabbed the kids several times just to hug them and hold them and tell them I love them. You may never knw when you are going to be called home to God. Make sure that you tel the one's you love just how much you love them and how much they mean to you every chance you get.

theflyingmum said...

You two must truly be meant to be together! And ok, maybe miracles do happen, or he is an amazingly sturdy breed (hopefully a trait your children will inherit.)

luckyzmom said...

At first it is all calmly and efficiently deal with what needs to be done. Then when it is in someone elses hands it is like you've been punched in the stomach. I still remember the feeling when we thought my husband was having a heart attack over ten years ago. A reminder of how precious life is.

Jenny said...

Oh my god. The shock of it all must have been unbearable! I'm so glad he's okay.

Anonymous said...

Exactly Luckyzmom. We just had an "episode" last week. Hubs woke ma at 4:25 (AM!!) asking me to call 911. Turns out it wasan episode of SVT, but they still don't know why.

So glad your hubby is ok