Back to the Texas Chainsaw Episode. :) So, in case any of you were wondering why I've been gone so long from posting on Humble Handmaid, the short story is that my husband cut himself with a chainsaw just shy of two weeks before we had our third child. We've been a little tied up, in a hunker-down-and-just-survive-this-thing kind of way.
On April 22, Michael had a fluke accident with the chainsaw he was using on a job (a job at a friend's house, though, thank goodness!). The chainsaw cut his left forearm pretty badly. Our friend Holly, the owner of the house, rushed him over to a local hospital, where I met them after dropping off the kids. He had outpatient surgery that afternoon on his arm to clean and stitch up the wounds and to figure out how much damage had been done.
On to the surgery and prognosis, though: God is merciful! There was minimal tendon damage, and he will make a full recovery. We are so thankful. (Not to mention we are SO over accepting any more projects for our business that require chainsaws.)
Michael had on a cast and splint from the day of the accident and surgery until May 14, effectively making him a one-armed man (and father and husband) for that period of time. I won't lie--being nine months pregnant then giving birth to a baby during this sudden reduction in husbandly helpfulness wasn't so easy at times for me! There are so many little "extra" things he needed help with, not to mention he had nearly every side effect you can get from his pain medicine and antibiotic, so he spent the better part of a couple of the first week and a half at least unable to drive, and nauseated, dizzy, and laid out on the couch. I had to step in and help with the business, during which time we had literally a small crisis a day with employees and customers and the general stresses that come with owning your own business.
I am so anxious to write a post as soon as I can about all of the things that we had to be thankful for over the past month or so. Michael's injury, financial worries, and the stress we have with the business are certainly challenges for us right now, but the support of our family and especially our community of friends here in Houston has been unbelievable. We have been so blessed with prayer and meals and cards and people dropping off just-out-of-the-oven banana bread that I actually feel practically spoiled. I'm so grateful and overwhelmed by the generosity of the Lord working through all of these precious people in our life.
Michael is now in physical therapy for a couple of weeks, where he is progressing beautifully. He has an enthusiastic doctor who said Michael's therapy is the highlight of the day, since he gets to use cool techniques to do things like massage out scar tissue. Michael comes home from therapy each day with news like, "Erin! Guess what? I just picked up a Coke can with my left hand!" I told Michael yesterday that I'd like him to ask the doctor when I can bring in Gianna so Michael can work on the motor skills needed for infant diaper changing.
Now that's something I can get enthusiastic about too! :)