Wedding Blog

Let me preface this post by saying that blood and vomit are two things that gross me out like nothing else. (If you feel the same way, I forgive you completely for skipping over this post.)

In high school, I went with my sister when she went to donate blood and the workers were offering me cookies and juice because I was looking pale. A few weeks ago, my dad had an accident involving his finger and a log splitter and I was the one tossing my cookies. Situations such as these are the reason I would never be able to have career in the medical field.

This Christmas, Mr. Deviled Egg, someone who rarely gets sick, put me in one of those situations. Poor guy. He was feeling all right when I was at his house early in the day, but started to feel a little off on his way to my family’s Christmas celebration in the evening. Shortly after we all exchanged presents, Mr. DE had what can only be described as some of the most explosive and impressive digestive pyrotechnics, capable of rivaling Zambelli’s best Fourth of July displays.

I hate to get graphic, but in order for you to truly understand, I at least have to share that cleaning up the mess involved wiping down walls and taking the mop to the floors in three different rooms. As gross and as difficult as it was for me, I toughened up and cleaned it up anyway (with thanks to my mom and oldest sister for their help!). Then, I spent a few hours with him in the bathroom as his sickness persisted, taking care of him and keeping him company.

All I can say is that it must be love. Love is the only reason why I would ever be able to clean up after and care for someone in that situation. I just don’t have the stomach to handle it. It absolutely must be love.

I gave him a day of rest and then traveled to his house on Saturday, only to find my immune system was unable to ward off the same sickness. While I was fortunate enough to avoid seeing my lunch for a return trip, I spent most of the day laying around his house, miserable, fighting nausea, aching and sick.

Mr. DE was there for me. He covered me with blankets, got me water and ginger ale and kept me company when I needed him most. Add “caring for me when I’m sick” to the always growing list of why I love Mr. DE.

Sure, our marriage won’t always be filled with a constant state of bliss, but it’s good to know that when we are living out the “for better or for worse” and “in sickness and in health” parts, I can depend on him and he’ll be by my side. And I sure hope , after spending over 3 hours sitting with him in the bathroom on Christmas, he knows that I will do the same for him.

Have you ever had an “it must be love” moment with your fiance?