Hospitals here aren’t like hospitals in the States. In the States, the nurses wait on you hand and foot and you can feel pretty well taken care of even if you are there alone. Here, you have to have a “watcher.” The staff aren’t here to GET the things you need, only to implement the things you need. So the watcher must be with you to do the “getting.” When I was in the hospital after delivering Dylan, Brian was my watcher. This means he had to get prescriptions from the doctor, take the prescription to the pharmacy here at the hospital, get a bill for the prescription, take bill to cashier and pay, take receipt back to pharmacy and pick up prescription, take prescription back to the doctor so that she could then give it to me. It works this way for everything and this is if everything here at the hospital is open. Unfortunately, things aren’t always open. I gave birth to Dylan on a Wednesday morning. Wednesday is the day off for the hospital so no cashier, no pharmacy…Brian had to take all my prescriptions into town to the local pharmacy and do the same thing there. It can be quite a frustrating process and Brian did it all with a a two-year-old on his hip and a smile on his face.
Oh and that’s not all Brian did. Hospitals here also don’t have any of your daily necessities. We weren’t really prepared to stay at the hospital so we didn’t bring anything with us. That meant that Brian had to go home, pack up my clothes, toiletries, toilet paper, soap, towels, food, water, fan, pillow, diapers, clothes for Dylan, blankets… EVERYTHING! He even managed to bring back the computer AND movies for me just because.
Oh and that’s not all Brian did! When we were finally able to go home after Dylan’s birth I was pretty uncomfortable and not very mobile. Here is about how my days went:
Wake up in the morning. Brian already has Maycie up and is making breakfast. I feed Dylan. Brian serves breakfast. I eat breakfast. Brian cleans up breakfast. Brian keeps Maycie occupied so she’s not missing mom too much. I sleep, feed Dylan, sit in the lazyboy, relax. Brian makes lunch. I eat lunch. Brian cleans up lunch. Brian puts Maycie down for a nap. I sleep, feed Dylan, sit in the lazyboy, relax. Maycie wakes up. Brian takes Maycie out for a daddy date. I sleep, feed Dylan, sit in the lazyboy, relax. Brian and Maycie come back. Brian makes dinner. I eat dinner. Brian cleans up dinner. Brian gives Maycie a bath, brushes her teeth, reads her a book, and puts her to bed. I sleep, feed Dylan, sit in the lazyboy, relax. Brian works on the computer and tries to catch up on everything he was supposed to do that day. I go to bed in our bed while Brian goes to bed on the couch. I wake up to the same thing the very next morning.
Oh and that’s not all Brian did! There are so many other things Brian has done for me over the last few days – some things I’m sure I won’t ever even know about.
Do I have an incredible husband or what? Brian did/does all these things and even manages to spend quality time with me and show me how much he loves me. How in the world did I get so lucky? Thank you Brian for taking such good care of us. You are an amazing husband and dad!