Yesterday, I got food poisoning. The worst food poisoning that I have ever had. Scombroid food poisoning. It was one of the top most painful experiences of my life. Like, rolling around on the floor, crying, super intense pain. I probably would have gone to the emergency room if it weren’t for coronavirus. Instead, I powered through with several different medicines. It only lasted 6 hours, thankfully, but those 6 hours were pretty horrible.
It is moments like these, however, that remind me what a great caretaker my husband is. He really steps up to the plate and does everything in his power to help the situation. He researched what was happening, found me medicines, called a telehealth doctor, went out to buy more medicines, rinsed out my vomit bucket countless times, got me ice packs and hot packs, all while continuing to parent our six year old in the next room.
When I had my biggest medical emergency, after the birth of my daughter, he was an amazing advocate. He did everything in his power to care for me (and our newborn) and advocate on my behalf, especially when I was unable to do so.
When our daughter gets sick or hurt, it is Daddy she calls for, not me. He is a problem solver while still being compassionate. He fixes boo-boos and tummy aches. She trusts him implicitly.
He is also a caretaker in other ways. He takes care of our house, our money, etc. I rely on him for so many important things.
I give my husband a hard time, most of the time. But, he really is good. So this is my “I appreciate you” post.