Last week I had to go to the doctor for my hip. While I was there, something horrific happened.
B was badly injured training at a live fire drill.
One minute we were texting each other about my hip, he said that he had to go drill, next thing I know my phone was going crazy as he had fallen trying to force open door as part of their training. When he fell he broke his leg.
Seeing the text that he was hurt but not knowing what was happening was terrifying. Not being able to help was frustrating.
As a mother, my job is to fix things. Make things better. There is nothing that I can do to help him. Nothing I can do to make it better. All I could do was go there and be there.
The break was bad enough and in a place that required surgery, I have had a lot of surgery, but waiting for someone to have surgery is something I have less experience with. Sitting there, watching the screen with his case--- waiting for screen to advance to "surgery complete".
B's job has always scared me- I love and respect what he does, but it scares me. Because he could so quickly be injured. Nothing is a guarantee. Every time we talk we end it with "I love you, be safe". I will not let him off the phone until he replies "I always am".
It has been hard for the kids- he is like superman. He comes and fixes things and saves the day. His job is actually to save people. He is not here a lot but when he is he is fantastic with them. No one gets a better welcome than when daddy gets here.
Truth be told, I am a little jealous about how the kids are so interested in helping him. When I get hurt or have surgery nothing changes, the requests keep coming: "mama what's for dinner??" "where is my shirt?" B gets hurt--- totally different story- they are all over him helping. Which, honestly is good. He is dad- and a pretty darn awesome one.
Seeing the message that B was hurt was the most horrifying thing. My stomach dropped a million miles, I started sweating, I was sick to my stomach. He annoys the crap out of me and irritates me beyond belief, but I love him.
When the doctor told me that he did need surgery, I got light headed--- and its not my leg! A doctor can tell me I need surgery and that is fine, I can deal, but not someone I care about, that makes it scary!
I do have new respect for what B had to endure in the waiting room for me- my surgeries were much longer and I have no idea how he managed. Being the one unconscious is much much easier.
When he is better, I will have to find something new to say other than "I love you, be safe" because much like the kids-- he clearly doesn't listen.
I am thankful that he will heal. I am thankful for my sister who saved the day. I am thankful.