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We had plans for the weekend. Spend the weekend at my sister’s in Paducah, go to lunch with Tory and her boyfriend, cheer on the Racers on Saturday night, and celebrate an early Valentine’s Day at Patti’s 1800’s Restaurant. Instead, we spent the weekend at my mom’s house, doing absolutely nothing.
I started having jaw pain on Wednesday night, and decided to tough it out until my dentist appointment this Wednesday. But by Friday afternoon, my jaw was hurting so bad I decided to cancel our big plans.
Andy came over on Friday night with a sweet bouquet of carnations. I can’t describe how wonderful it felt to be in his arms again. But my jaw pain was getting more and more severe. I was in so much pain at bedtime that I broke the rules and asked Andy to stay with me through the night. He held me and gently caressed my hair as I whimpered and cried in pain throughout the night. At 4 am, when I was once again crying from pain, he decided he would take me to the ER at first light.
He sat with me through the ER visit, and pointed out something I never knew since I always sleep alone– I grind my teeth at night. The doctor said it sounded like I had TMJ, although I won’t know for certain until my dentist visit tomorrow. He gave me a prescription, and all weekend Andy would sweetly ask me if I had taken my medicine and when I would say no, he would bring me a bottle of water.
We spent all day Saturday alternating between catnaps and watching When Calls the Heart. I fell asleep in his arms again that night and felt so much peace despite the physical pain.
Love is more than the fancy dates; it’s pajamas and Netflix days as well. It’s truly in sickness and in health. Andy, thank you for taking care of me this weekend. I love you, and there is no one I would rather see me at my worst.