It's been over two months now since we got married, and in my personal opinion, we never had our honeymoon. She miscarried the day after we arrived in the Outer Banks, NC. We spent the entire week in the hotel room, with the exception of maybe the last day and a half. We came back, made doctor's appointments, got seen, and a week after the initial visits, had to make ANOTHER trip to the ER. Apparently the damned OB never did the pelvic exam, only the ultra sound... according to my wife and the ER Dr., the OB missed a tampon sized bit of "products of conception"... how did my wife find out? She started bleeding out like a faucet in the middle of a damned department store... I'm still infuriated at this negligence. Especially since according to my wife, the ER Dr bent down, looked in and saw
right away what the issue was!
We're steadily getting in the ER and Doctor bills. THANK GOD we hit up the Justice of the peace a month before we had our ceremony... she wouldn't have been covered otherwise! Thank GOD for health insurance. It's already paid for itself.
I didn't realize how something like this could take such a subconscious toll on you mentally. My wife and I are just NOW getting our lives back together, and trying to figure out the family/house dynamic.
When this all happened, I called my Sgt, and let him know whats going on, and if i could please have a few extra days to get the doctor's visits taken care of. He said sure, no problem, and I thought that was the end of it. Come to find out, my Lt had accused me of lying about the circumstances, and believed I simply wanted a few extra days off for my honey moon, and was going to look into it further!! My sgt had to fight with her over it! I got words of condolences from every supervisor in the damn office, except for her. And I certainly don't expect any from her now. -Honestly, I really wasn't expecting any condolences period. I had told my sgt, and that was it, with the exception of a SINGLE co worker, who respected my wishes on keeping it on the down low. But every last bit of respect as a person I had for her went out the window. I'll respect her rank, but forget her if I see her out of uniform!
My wife (and I) still has a hard time with it occasionally. We both believe it's a blessing in disguise (as we really weren't prepared for it financially) though, we were more than excited to take it on as our first big life challenge, and the first opportunity to grow our family. We had everyone's support, both sides of the family were so excited, our friends too. And instead of us sharing our little fun trips or visits on our honey moon when we returned, we got to share the dates of the upcoming doctor's visits.
But we're doing better now. We both had/have our definite bouts with depression since then. One of mine lasted an entire month. Once a few administrative issues get cleared up at my work place, I'm going to try and take 2 weeks off, just for US. She'll still be working, but it will give me a chance to prepare the house better, set up a better living environment, and hopefully decompress, and help my wife to continue to decompress. At least she just got the job she's been waiting for, for quite some time. She's at least happy at work.
But enough of this garbage...
we finally got pictures back from our "amateur" professional photographer (she's "up and coming" and learning still- that was apparent when she told us she had to try and improvise when her SLR battery died halfway through the reception!)
Here's a couple...
(note my Best wo-Man... she look familiar? ;) )
Shit happens; carry a shovel.
