The Accidental Goal

Healing

Hayley is getting out of the hospital today.  I was going to make sure that all the baby stuff was out of the nursery and put into storage, but she asked me to wait and wanted to do it with me.

She had been talking with the therapist in the hospital who helped couples deal with experiences like this.  I mean how do you really deal with something like this. 

This fucked up woman who I used to sleep with pushes my wife down a set of stairs and causes her to miss carry our unborn child.  Please tell me how do you attempt to deal with that.

I promised Hayley that I would talk to the therapist too.  She seems to be helping Hayley get through this and I am starting to see a glimmer of the old Hayley come back.

I help Hayls out of the truck and into the house.  She still has a broken arm and a couple of her ribs are still bruised.  I watch as she heads up the stairs and I know where she is headed.

I follow her, not saying a word and waiting for her to take the lead.  She opens the door to the nursery and I see that saddens in her eyes again.  How I wish there was something I could say or do to take it away.

She turns around and sees me standing there just watching her and she wraps her arm around my body and puts her head on my chest.

"I just want it to stop hurting.  Laura said that in time it will, but I don't know if I can handle it till then," she says hugging me tighter.

"I know.  My heart is broken too, but you are the strongest person I know and together you and I will make it through.  I promise," holding onto her for dear life.

We walk out of the room and I shut the door. Taking Hayley's hand and walking downstairs with her.

"Did you want something to eat? I can't make much, but I do make a mean mac and cheese dish," I say.

"Sure that sounds great," she says kissing my cheek.

"Your mom and my mom should be here tomorrow. I told my mom she didn't need to come down, but she insisted."

"It's fine. They both just want to make sure we are okay."

Setting some lunch down on the table I go over and help Hayls up from the couch. She gives me a look like I can get myself up, but I just smile and help her.

The rest of the day goes by rather quickly and before we know it, it's tomorrow and there is a knock on our front door.

I rub my eyes and slip on some sweat pants, heading down the stairs. I open the door and both our moms are there.

"Hey sweetie," my mom says giving me a hug and then next is Hayley's mom.

I grab their suitcases and take them upstairs to the 2 rooms Hayley has gotten ready for them.

"Where is Hayley?" her mom asks smiling.

"Still sleeping, but I am sure she'll want to see you," I say giving her a smile.

She gives me a hug, "Thank you for loving my daughter and helping her through this. I know you are trying to heal too, but thank you."

I head into the living room and sit down on the couch with my mom.

"How are you doing? I know you and you hold it all in to be everyone's rock," she says holding my hand.

"I am dealing mom. Just trying to take it one day at a time and not blame myself for this," I say looking at her.

"Oh my sweet boy, come here. This is not your fault. That woman is a world class manipulator and she is to blame honey," giving me a hug.

For the first time since I found out about losing the baby, I break down in my mom's arms.  This only causes her to hold me tighter.