Or so they say. I'm starting to believe it's true. At least, caring for someone who is dying is very similar to having a baby.
There's the obsessing over each new symptom and what it might mean. Looking up that symptom to see how much longer death/birth will be. Reading other people's experiences to compare. Asking the dr/nurse how much longer he thinks it will be. Ready for it and terrified about it at the same time.
Then there's the exhaustion. The physically draining part of this that reminds me so much of having a newborn. A fussy newborn who never sleeps. Spending so long trying to get them to sleep. Waiting for them to get into a deep sleep before leaving the room. The frustration when they wake up ten minutes later.
The inability to sleep when they are sleeping, because you've tried so many times to sleep only to have them wake you up.
Watching them sleep to see if they are still breathing.
Loving them, feeling helpless and wondering if you are doing the right things. Constant prayer and worry.
Wife, boy-mom, restaurant manager. Life is insane, and I kinda like it :-)
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