3rd Times a Charm

So much has happened these past two weeks that I would not even know where to explain.

Last Monday I dropped my husband off at a Greyhound bus terminal that would take him miles away from his family.  Despite how insanely hard the whole idea was to grasp, I knew it was for the better.  Or at least I thought.

Phone calls were limited, but still enough time to give updates about how our day was going.  No matter how full my hands were here at home, I always answered his calls.  Everything was so incredibly normal.

That is until Thursday evening hit- when the storms went ripping through Springfield, MO.  No, the hubby is not dead.  No, he is not even injured.  At least not physically. You see, somewhere between Thursday and Friday, my husband completely lost his mind and sadly, I am not joking.

What should have been a fairly decent weekend turned into one of the worst weekends of my life in the blink of an eye. Several panicky, paranoid phone calls later and we knew that something was wrong. So many things were running through our head and as badly as we wanted to get hubby home, we could not find him. He was lost somewhere within the United States and I had no clue where to find him.

I knew his entire travel schedule for coming home via the bus, but that did not matter. Somehow, by the Grace of God, he was lost in Chicago. Yes, Chicago is a large city, but I have family there. People who would be able to help us track down my husband. After a few phone calls and an hour of waiting the call we had been anxiously awaiting came in. They found him, completely lost and confused, sitting in the bus terminal.

From there, everything is a complete whirlwind. We met Jerry and Doreen in Chicago to take custody of my hubby. His eyes were enough to tell you that something was wrong- his stares were completely vacant and his speech was nothing more than an incoherent string of words.

Sunday, as a family, we decided to admit Jeff. I have not seen him since, I do not know how he is doing. HIPPA can stick it, as far as I am concerned. I know that it is intact to protect patients, but c’mon. All I want to know when I am there, physically dropping off articles of clothing to my husband, is whether or not he is okay. Is that too much to ask?

Never in a million years would I think that I would spend Mother’s Day admitting my husband into a psych ward. Never in a million years did I think I would be celebrating my 5 year wedding anniversary without being able to talk to my own husband. And I never once thought I would love someone so much, that I could walk away from my final exam without giving it a second thought. I will be taking Chemistry, for a 3rd time, but this time by choice. They said that the 3rd times a charm, so we’ll see how that theory pans out next year.

I have not slept in 3.5 days and quite honestly, my flame is going out quickly. It is not that I do not want to sleep or haven’t attempted because I have- I just cannot sleep.

Today, I am praying for a miracle. I am praying that my husband is semi-normal when I go for visitation this evening. I pray that Addison’s 6 month check-up goes well (has it really been 6 months already?). I pray that I am able to rest, as I have two wonderful babies to care for right now. And I pray that my family knows just how much I love and appreciate them for all of their love and support during this time. I do not think I could ever repay them for everything they have done for me.

And last night, my parents informed me that they would be paying for my medical assistant training school this summer. Do you know incredible this is? Although my dream of being an RN is currently on hold, I still wanted to be able to do something and was a little worried that I might not be able to fund my plan of action. My parent’s generosity never ceases to amaze me. I could not ask for a more loving, supportive family if I tried. God, thank you.