Sleep Laced Phone Calls

It will be a year this week that my husband has been working in Oklahoma. Most days are good. Then, every once in a while, I feel empty. I try so hard not to get down about it. I don’t want my sadness to be evident to Cooper.
I remember the day last year when he called me at work to tell me he got the job. It was a Friday and I had just came back from helping a client put gas in their car (I worked for Child Protective Services). I was six months pregnant. When he called me Friday, he told me he had to be in Oklahoma Sunday. I remember I walked over and shut my office door. After a few minutes of us not saying much, we hung up the phone. I was angry, confused and hurt. I realize that this seems very selfish. Many people would be thankful that their husband could find a job. It shouldn’t matter where it was located. Some would even say that I should have expected it. He was working in Ohio on a pipeline when I met him. Still, I did the thing. I cried. I felt sorry for myself and our unborn baby. I was so sad, lonely and just unsure. I remember that I called my supervisor and she told me to go home.
That weekend, I held my husband a little longer in our embraces. I tried hard not to let him see me cry. When Sunday came around and the travel trailer was packed up and hooked up to his truck, I watched him drive away. I cried for hours. This was not it. This was not how I pictured our life. This was not what I had in mind that morning we first saw the positive pregnancy test.
From that day forward, it has been nothing short of a challenge. I worked and mowed the grass. At night we would talk on the phone. I would hear about all his work drama. A new pipeline means learning new names. It means hearing how things play out. It’s about seeing who cuts it and who doesn’t. It’s never a dull moment. I often joke with Ben that some pipeliners are worse than women.
Thankfully, when the time came, he was able to be home when Cooper was born.
This year has been a learning experience. I am thankful to The Lord for helping us get through it. There are so many times when I would talk to him because I couldn’t talk to anyone else. I am thankful for all my wonderful friends and family who have helped me get through the rough patches, trust me, there have been plenty. I am thankful for my husband. Yes, it’s been a rough year. It’s hard to have a marriage where you see each other once a month if you are lucky. It’s hard to communicate mostly through sleep laced phone calls at night. It’s hard to be away from your kids. My husband is a hard worker. He loves us with all his heart and he has given up so many things to make sure we are taken care of in this life. I love him and appreciate him more with every passing day.

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2 thoughts on “Sleep Laced Phone Calls

  1. This story brought tears to my eyes as it makes me think about what I went through in October 2011. My husband had never worked for the pipeline but tried for the longest to get on, we never thought it would happen. I remember October 16, he left to go hunting and I was 9 months pregnant cleaning the house. He called about 30 min after he left and told me he got the job and had to be on West Virginia the very next day. I fell down crying so hard until I made myself sick. Unfortunately, he couldn’t make it home for on son’s birth on October 28. He just left again Monday after pretty much being home since Thanksgiving and this week has been the worst!

    • I think you are a very strong woman for going through the birth of your baby without your husband! I hope things are going better for you. This is a hard way to live, especially during the years when the kids are so young.

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