Miscarriage - Post Operation
Part 4
I pulled up at the rear entrance of the hospital where outpatient surgery clients are released into vehicles. She was not feeling well at all, but there were prescriptions to get and a few food items we both wanted.
We drove to Wal-mart where it became apparent Sara neither felt like nor was particularly able to walk back and forth the football stadium-sized supercenter to which we’re all accustomed. Fortunately for us, stores nowadays provide wheelchairs for elderly and infirmed people. I dropped Sara off at the front door on the grocery side (which only means something to you only if you know about how SuperCenter Wal-Marts work) where she went to get a wheelchair. I parked the car a little distance away and walked on in.
We dropped off about five medications- one for nausea; one for pain; one for uterine contractions. It seems like there were other drugs for which we gave her birthday and name. It took a while to fill all these even in the midst of our super-facile modern day convenience. Then I pushed her around the large Wal-Mart interior. She was sick and demure and upset and very kind and sweet. Mostly though, she was just tired. I felt out of sorts, and a little helpless. However, I just wanted to put this whole thing behind us.
On the drive home it occurred to me that this was the person I was supposed to be with. We’ve had our little problems and quarrels, but there is nobody else on earth I would rather have at my side in the face of this type of crisis. I’ve been told that women never forget their miscarriages. One woman told me that when Sara was an old woman she would remember this time very vividly. I too will remember it, but perhaps for different reasons: It was a time that showed me what our relationship was made of and just how important we were to one another.
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