03/11/2026
there’s a side of marriage that only medical parents will ever understand.
months spent living in hospital rooms. sleeping on uncomfortable couches, surviving on cafeteria food and broken sleep. the surgeries, emergencies, endless appointments, fighting to be heard. the constant fear of losing your child.
and then you finally get home and it’s not like life just goes back to normal. it’s therapies, appointments, medications, medical equipment, sleepless nights, fighting with DME companies just to get the supplies your child needs. constantly watching monitors, worrying about every little change, wondering if tonight’s going to be another trip to the ER. taking shifts to sleep because one of you has to be awake with your child at all times. rarely getting to sleep in the same bed together.
it’s exhausting. it’s messy. sometimes you’re angry at the world, sometimes you’re angry at each other. sometimes you’re just two people trying to survive another day. but you’re always best friends.
and unless you’ve been there, you really can’t understand what that does to a relationship. the things you see, the decisions you have to make, the fear you carry every single day.
no we don’t get the luxury of a normal, day to day marriage.
our marriage was built on a battlefield.
when you walk out of that wreckage, you’re unbreakable.
