Making a Scene in Walmart.

Two days ago (6/10/13) hubby went to go donate plasma. He used to do it all the time before we got married but over the last year or two, he hasn't.

I dropped him off at the plasma center and went home. While I was at home I got some stuff done that I had been meaning to do as well as a much deserved nap while my dad babysat Rylee. I had planned on stopping by her doctors office to register her and stop by Walmart to pick up more formula after I picked him up from the center. (Honestly, only having one car between us really sucks!)

He called me at about 3:30 and after getting Rylee ready to go, I picked him up. It was already too late to stop by her doctors office so we headed straight for Walmart. We've always really enjoyed walking around the store and he said he was feeling fine, so after grabbing the formula we wandered around a little. Mostly looking for purses that could also double as my diaper bag because carrying around two bags is getting impossible.

As we were leaving, we decided to grab a soda which was also much deserved since neither of us have had soda since Rylee was born. He bent down to grab a Mt Dew at the bottom of the rack and when he came up, he commented that he was getting a little dizzy. He leaned against the check out counter and when I looked up at him, he looked pale white and he had a very blank stare. He said that he felt weird and remembering how it felt when I was losing blood and about to pass out, I asked him if his vision was going dark. He said yes, and almost right as he said it he started falling towards me. I caught him and leaned his weight on the counter and guided him towards the floor so he wouln't hit his head on the concrete floor. All I remember was screaming for him to wake up, which I'm guessing is what caught everyone's attention.

He woke up, and before I could tell him to stay laying down was standing again. Almost immediately, he passed out again and I had to guide him to the floor. This time, someone helped me talk him into staying on the floor while I called 911. (Which was actually kind of cool, I had never called 911 before and it was kind of interesting) By this time, Rylee was screaming, Tj kept trying to stand up and the people around me kept trying to ask a million questions. The ambulance showed up and took him to the hospital while I paid for our items and called my dad to come get Rylee so I could go be with my husband at the hospital.

When I got to the hospital, he wasn't in the ER, he was standing and talking to the receptionist who was giving him tips on paying for the visit. Long story short, he passed out because the plasma center took too much plasma, Tj had recently lost weight as well as the fact that he was dehydrated. They basically told him to rest for the day and hydrate before the next time he went to donate.

The real reason I wanted to write this was to brag about how amazing my husband is. The entire time he was in Walmart and was being taken care of, he kept asking about Rylee. He heard her crying and all he wanted was to make sure that she was taken care of. He was worried about me, because he realized how panicked I was and he was nervous about me being alone with Rylee because he knows how my postpartum depression is at its worst when Rylee is screaming. However, I was fine, I was just worried about him. The point is, he was worried about us. He just wanted his daughter to be okay and comfortable. Thats it.

My thoughts we're that he was going to die. The last time someone was about to pass out, it was me, and it was a life or death situation. I was so afraid of losing him. He really is my rock and my best friend. At that point everything had flashed before my eyes, I didn't want him to leave me. I need him.

Also, while in the hospital, he spent the entire time trying to make me laugh. He was in such good spirits the entire time and after the scare I just had, I needed it. Somehow, he has a way to always be exactly what I need from him, even if I don't know that's what I need at the time.

However, my big goofball is okay and is himself again. Nothing was really wrong, he just wasn't hydrated enough to replenish his plasma as fast as he should have. It wasn't anything dangerous, but it really put my love for him in perspective. I really married a wonderful man that I couldn't live without.