about last week...

Last week...

Oh, loveys, last week was a whirlwind of emotions.

It was a week of the hubby saying,

"Babe, you need to take me to the doctor." at midnight two Thursdays ago.

It was grabbing the kids from their sleep, driving at lightening speed to urgent care.

It was a week of getting to urgent care just as the chest pains and shortness of breath started.

Then having the doctors send him to the Emergency Room and finally, five hours later, admitted to the hospital.

It was a week that the first night, I just needed to gather my kids close to me as Daddy was in the hospital

and not worry about school or homework but just sit there and process.

It was a week that the first weekend was filled with sitting at my hubby's side, holding his hand, praying that the answers would come.  He was unable to eat or drink for four days.

It was a week that I would drop the kids off at school, go to work until 11am, run to the hospital to stay there until I had to pick up the kids.

It was a week of a lot of praying and loneliness. 

Not just my loneliness, but my hubby's as well because I couldn't be there at every moment.

It was a week of small victories.
My hubby was finally able to drink water and then advance to broths. 

It was a week of taking small bites, having lots of tests, blood drawn, and exhaustion on my end.

It was a week that one day the doctor said it was okay to go home.

But then they just wanted to do one more blood test before he came home.

Just one more.

It was a week that had the results of that "just one more blood test" having him stay at the hospital.

It was the week that I had enough and cried because my bed didn't have him in it.
It was the week that I just couldn't do it anymore.
I needed my husband back. 

It was the week where I got a phone call in the morning saying that he could come home.
That the blood tests and MRIs and CT scans were being sent for a second opinion, but that he could come home.
Finally.
It was a week I never wanted to happen.
It can never happen again.

It was a week that I truly held onto my faith and realized that I was
Brave Enough
and Strong Enough...

It was the week where I realized that my faith was the only thing holding me up.

Thank you all of you for your love, prayers, texts, emails, phone calls, and support last week.

The Hubby is home.
Back to work.
Back to normal.

I feel complete again.
Last week is a thing of the past.
(exhale)