So today Jess had her wisdom teeth cut out. It cost more than an arm and a leg!! But I got to be with her while they put her to sleep and when she woke up. They gave her the meds to make her sleep and she fought it as long as she could before finally closing her eyes. I think she just didnt wanna be alone in there and she knew that when she went to sleep I would be going to the waiting room. But the meds took over and she went to sleep. I kissed her forehead and told her I loved her and went to sit with her mom in the waiting room. When it was over, I went back there to get her and she reached for my hand and squeezed it so TIGHT.. And through nasty gauze and swollen lips she tried to tell me she loved me. :) Thats a moment I'll never forget. I leaned down, kissed her forehead again and told her I loved her. The Dr explained the surgery to me and treated me like I was her wife and not just a "friend" there to pick her up. Of course that meant everything to me because I was afraid I wouldnt even be allowed back there. But he was great... although the nurses were rather bitchy. urrgg! But we got her home and got her settled. I felt like her personal nurse. I can understand most of her grunts and groans without her really having to speak. It makes me feel good to know that I know my baby better than almost anyone and that Im confident in taking care of her. Her mom even told me she was glad I was here and she trusted me to take care of her daughter. Thats exactly what the girlfriend wants to hear. :) Most days I feel like her wife anyways. There isnt anything gross or disgusting I havent seen. Someone once told me that if u can survive seeing your "person" have the flu or some gastro illness then you can probably survive anything. Well Ive definately been there for all that! haha I dont think that stuff bothers me as much since I want to be a nurse. But at least I know I can handle all the grossness. I think the worst part of today so far was watching her throw up in the car and it was mostly just blood. blahh... but we survived. And shes sleeping somewhat peacefully on the couch recliner.
These are the days I know that I cant imagine being with anyone but her. I guess the fact that I realized this on the hard days with all the gross junk means something rather than realizing it on the special date nights with dinner and roses. HAHA! Nothing like blood and vomit to make you fall in love all over again. =]
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