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The rollercoaster adventures of parenting three kids, dealing with disability and mental health - and discussing disability discrimination and how to tackle it.

Sunday, 26 October 2008


We've been struggling this week.

I've been in bed mostly, with a nasty case of the gastro which made me very weak, dizzy, and gave me vertigo. Not funny. I couldn't do a thing. I would lie in bed, holding on to the wooden sides of the bed frames. Of course I knew I was in bed and wouldn't fall, but I couldn't help myself. At times, I thought I would faint. Seriously not funny. I spend three days in bed, with Hubby, Jessie and Oma and Opa coming to the rescue, looking after my house and family for me. I don't know what I would have done without their combined efforts... And many many thanks are due.

Hubby is stressed at work (all these stock marked crashes aren't helping, so can you all stop selling now please?). The stress gave him insomnia. The insomnia made his heart race.

Hubby went to the doctor, who agreed that it was stress. Still, best to do some basic tests on the heart - you never know. Two out of three kids with a disability, big mortgage, running his own small business - does sound a bit like a heart attack stuff, doesn't it?

But not to worry, all was fine. Blood tests fine, heart scan and monitoring fine. All hunky dory. Just stress.

When Hubby went for his last test, they hooked him up to some equipment. Suddenly he heard his heartbeat. And promptly burst into tears.

The technician came up to check if he was all right. Yeah, yeah, he was fine.

Thing is, when he heard his heartbeat, it took him straight back to that very first moment at the midwife's. That first time you hear your children's heartbeat. That very first real connection (well, for men, certainly. Most of us women have been heaving for a few weeks by then and have a real connection thank you very much). Hearing his own heart beat brought back the memory of hearing his children's' for the first time. And my lovely sweet husband burst into tears.

Ah, that sooo sweet, said the technician. Make sure you tell your wife

He told me.

And I'm telling all of you. Because it really is sooo sweet.


Fiona said...

Tell hubby just to breathe. It will be alright.

manfred.fabig said...

Hopenlijk gaat het met jullie alletwee nu iets beter. Het is toch jammer, dat wij nu weg zijn en niet kunnen helpen. Maar de andere opa en oma hebben het toch dan ook wel goed ogevangen. Hoop dat hubby vlug beter wordt. De situatie op de wereldmarkt is natuurlijk niet erg bevoorderlijk voor een beterschap. Okk jij moet vlug beter worden. Zal deze week bellen en vertellen van omas begrafenis, maar wordt eerst maar eens beter.

Dianne said...

You're right. That's very sweet! And he's sweet to have shared this with the technician. My husband would have said (as he said the first time he heard his children's heartbeats) that he just had something in his eye ;-).

Hope you're feeling 100% again soon!