Nate and I went out yesterday for our first date since his accident. First, we went for a nice long drive… to the hospital. Seeing as how it was a special occasion, Nate decided to dress up for the occasion… by getting his stitches removed. And then, after going for a nice long stroll (thanks to our getting slightly lost in the hospital’s never-ending maze of hallways), we decided to go out for dinner. Smoothies at Starbucks. 😉
And honestly, between you and me, we may as well have strolled into a fine restaurant and then took a romantic stroll through a beautiful park. These days, we just appreciate being together… and getting out of the house once in awhile. The logistics of what we’re doing or where we’re going doesn’t really matter all that much.
All that matters is that Nate is here.
The doctors are still amazed at how fast he’s gotten better. And if it weren’t for the sense of exhaustion hovering over us and the injuries that are still healing, the long days and nights in the ICU might feel like a dream. Like a nightmare.
Nate still has numbness and weakness on his left side, and it has gotten worse over the past day or so. Last night, he couldn’t sleep because of it, and we contemplated driving to the ER around 10pm. But we decided to wait it out one more day, and we have to touch base with the hospital again on Monday to discuss it. The trache hole hasn’t closed yet, but the visiting nurse says it has gotten smaller. He still tires easily and is just getting his appetite back. But considering where he was just one week ago, it’s a miracle that he’s doing so well! Truly, a miracle!
And so we’re just taking it one day at a time! 🙂
It’s funny, actually. Taking life one day at a time never was my strong suit, but through this experience I’ve learned that today will have enough cares of its own. I just need to tackle them as they come, trust in God for His never-ending strength, and face the day as it comes. I remember that while I was sitting with Nate in the ICU, someone told me that tomorrow would have enough challenges of its own and that I shouldn’t spend energy worrying about tomorrow when today had to be dealt with.
Me? Taking it one day at a time? Yeah, I’ve come a long way. 🙂
I’ll be honest, trying to find a sense of normalcy when life as we know it was shattered has not been easy.
But then again, maybe the secret to dealing with a difficult situation is to avoid looking back to the way things were anyway. Nate and I have learned so much throughout this entire process that maybe the challenge now is to find a new sense of normal. A new sense of purpose and gratefulness and meaning.
Nate feels as though he’s been given a second chance. I feel as though my eyes have been opened to the hurt around me (especially regarding the support that care-givers need from those around them). Maybe we shouldn’t go back to the normal that was before. Maybe this is the starting point to the rest of our life. Maybe, just maybe, God is going to use what happened for something beautiful and amazing.