Our rock – in the rocking chair.
The other day some well wishers came by to visit.
It was about half an hour after Calvin had had his major desat and totally stopped breathing on his own.
I was a basket of nerves, holding onto Calvin and staring at the monitor.
The last thing I wanted to do was make small talk with visitors.
But Nate smiled and laughed and chatted with our friends.
While I shot fire darts at them with my eyes and didn’t say a word.
He has been calm, cool, and collected every step of the way.
When the Dr.s come to talk and explain, and I’m overwhelmed by the situation and tune out, he listens.
When I can’t handle Calvin getting poked and prodded one more time and run out, he stays and watches, and holds Calvin’s hand.
When I’m exhausted from helping Calvin withdraw from the medications, he stays up and gently rocks him all night long, so I can sleep.
When I don’t have the energy to answer my phone, he talks to all our friends and family and provides updates.
He makes hard decisions, consults with the Dr.s, and yells at nurses who are being too rough with our little guy.
He makes sure I eat and sleep, and constantly puts my needs before his.
He runs – literally, runs – to and from the parking lot when he goes home to shower and change so he doesn’t leave us alone a second longer than he has to.
He finds ways to make me laugh and holds me when I cry.
I could not have done this without him.
I really think I would have crawled into a hole and hid until it was over.
He makes up for every thing that I lack – which is a LOT.
I’m so glad Calvin has him for a dad.