An emergency hospital visit for my husband

So, suddenly my infertility problems seem fairly small.

My husband and I are both very sporty. He bikes to work most days, but yesterday on his normal commute he had a freak accident, hit a curb, ran into a sign and broke his femur (the big bone in your thigh area).

The femur is the largest bone in your body, and the hardest to break. When my husband is going to do something, he likes to go all out.

I happened to be running to work and near the scene of the wreck. I turned around and saw a man motionless on the sidewalk, realized it was my husband and started to freak out. I am very grateful it was not anything worse, but have realized in the last 36 hours that breaking a femur is no small thing (see above, re: largest bone).

My husband, we’ll call him “Ned,” was taken in an ambulance to Washington Hospital Center. They were able to do orthopaedic surgery last night to insert a rod into his leg and we’ll be here at the hospital through Friday.

I had thought it is “just” a broken bone, but with the pain and blood-loss from the wreck, the trauma of the surgery and the side-effects of the medication, he is not in good shape. It’s hard for him to do simple things (like go to the bathroom), and I’m not sure when I will be able to leave him alone.

Amazingly, he has no cast. He’ll use crutches and they expect a full recovery. We’re glad it’s not worse, and I am so glad he is OK. But I’m also learning just how significant this could be. He is an extremely gifted athlete — runner, cyclist and swimmer — and I pray that his recovery is full enough he can one day win races again.

In cycle news, I am on day 13. We’ll probably miss ovulation this month. It’s too bad, but for once it doesn’t seem like such a big deal. I just want my husband to heal!