Tuesday, November 24, 2015
Hours drag yet they're a blur. The lights are harsh and the noise is constant. I try to breathe in unison with the ventilator but my husband's breaths are many and rapid. I need many and slow.
At home in our bed together, I often watch his slumber in the quiet and the pale light, of dawn. I've never told him I watch him breathe.
He doesn't know I'm watching him now, from a bed we cannot share. Dear God, let him breathe on his own again! Please, let me take him home for many more morns.