I
knew we were in trouble when my wife’s obstetrician
looked at her somberly and said, “Sara, I am afraid
I am going to have to put you in hospital on complete bed
rest until the twins are born.” It was three months
until her due date, and Sara was devastated. I know men are
from Mars and women are from Venus and all that, but why
is that such terrible news? Many husbands, while trying to
console their wives, would be thinking, “Damn, it should
have been me.” When I heard this news from the doctor,
I mentally put myself in my wife’s place. I visualised
myself reclining on one arm, like those slightly wounded
soldiers in an old World War II movie, while my sweet wife
bustled around me fluffing pillows and setting out chips
and biltong. At great personal sacrifice I bravely follow
orders for the good of our babies. I would do this by using
my inner strength, my special love for my wife, and my TV
remote control.
My
wife is not exactly the bed rest type. As a busy executive,
she is not used to
staying put. She did, however, follow the
doctor’s orders, and her hospital bed became the mobile
command centre for our lives. I suddenly found myself on the
receiving end of Sara’s to-do lists. My wife is an Olympic-class
list maker. She comes from a long line of list makers. I am
positive that if I traced her lineage back far enough it would
lead to one of her ancestors preparing to board the Mayflower
holding a quill pen and checking off items such as: pack shapeless
black dress, clean blunderbuss, send thank you note to Brother
Elijah for travel pillow. My ancestors, by comparison, were
wondering at the last minute if there was an automatic teller
machine on board.
While
Sara suffered in her horizontal exile, this is how things worked: She would
generate a to-do list for me and I would
dutifully march off to begin work. I would return to her and
proudly display my cross-off tasks, ready to be showered with
admiration and affection. Instead she’d issue forth another
to-do list. Visits to the hospital became increasingly stressful.
I would divide my time equally between preventing our two-year-old
son from pushing the “call code” button on the
wall and reporting my progress on the latest list.
Many
of you are probably thinking, “Stop whining, you
had the easy part.” The truth is, bed rest puts incredible
stress on both people. So in the interest of preserving marriages
everywhere I have outlined some of the typical roles a husband
should expect to fill should this happen to you.
Best supporting actor
This is one of the times in a man’s life when your job is to step gracefully
out of the limelight. Expect everyone else to be completely focused on your wife,
catering to her every need, and looking past you like you are not there. Much
like at your wedding.
Press
secretary
You will become the information conduit between your wife’s condition
and the outside world. Be prepared for interrogation. Complete strangers will
ask you for an update. Did the guy filling the chocolate machine just ask you
something about your
wife’s cervix? Prepare a mental list of generic responses to save you
time and energy. For most well meaning inquires I recommend: “She is
doing fine, the babies are doing great, thanks for asking.” To ward off
particularly nosy inquirers, try giving them a graphic report using as many
gynaecological terms as possible. This might require a research field trip
to the library on your part. If done successfully it will result in the person
smashing right through a wall, leaving a hole shaped like a person running,
just like on cartoons.
Secret
service agent
You will be expected to screen out her visitors and regulate who is and is
not allowed to pass to the inner sanctum of her hospital room. Because it is
a mysterious and complicated formula you must act on her direct orders only.
Do not try to do this on your own. For example, her boss is allowed to see
her without makeup, but a surprise visit from your touch rugby team or your
parents would be a problem.
Philanthropist
This is a great time for you to act completely out of character and buy her
something wonderful that she’s always wanted. Jewelry is the perfect
gift to lift her spirits.
Straight
man
As tempting as it is, resist the urge to use your wife’s situation to
add material to your own amateur comedy routine. Upon looking at one of our
ultrasound pictures I squinted at the blobs and smudges that were our twin
sons and announced that it looked like a cold front was moving in over Gauteng.
Sara did not appreciate the humor. There is a fine line between helping to
keep your wife in good spirits and stepping on her swollen toes.
All’s
well that ends well
Despite arriving 10 weeks early, our twin boys are doing fine. Sara is healthy
and back to her old self again having recovered from this condition known as
bed rest. As for me, I count my blessings every day for the gifts of my beautiful
children and loving wife. I have to. It’s right there on my to-do list