It was very early Friday when my husband brought me to the ER. It was a hectic and busy day, but in that situation, an emergency one that my husband couldn’t leave. There’s a lot of consent forms and some administration procedure that he must sign before the patience treatment. So somebody must take the responsibility about the in house patient. He was with me, in emergency room, he was also beside me when the nurses push my bed to the nursery room on the 5th floor. He even fed me the meal so I can regain my energy. Actually this is the third for me to be an in house patient. The first and the second before, were when I delivered our beautiful baby girls many years ago.
My hubby used to be very busy in his office, but that day, he had no choice except make a company of me. I saw him a little bit awkward, not feeling comfort, tired, a bit nervous but maintained to be calm and reliable, to make me feel comfort. He truly is my comforter, his shoulder made me feel safe and warm, his presence made my worried mind blown away.
I didn’t know what would I do without him, if he wasn’t with me at that moment. I used to be an independence woman, a woman for me, in my picture must be a strong creature because she must bear and nurture the children. But being a wife, it’s very nice that I have somebody who take a very good care of me. Who love me and be patience with me and accept me with all my everything. Not only my good side, but also my bad one. Someone that I can lean on, somebody to hold on. Lucky I have him. Thanks Love, for your love and patience for caring me. I love you