Wednesday, September 17, 2008

The Honeymoon

Ahhhh, the honeymoon...a time to get to know each other better. To spend lots of time together, alone.

After the wedding, reception, and open house in Burley the next day, Tom and I were really looking forward to the honeymoon. His family had friends who owned a cabin near Sun Valley. We arrived Sunday evening and worked hard at getting to know each other;)

It was on our honeymoon that I learned Tom has nightmares. One night, his screams woke me from a deep sleep. We were in a cabin in the woods in the middle of the night and the man next to me starts screaming! I woke him, and he soon saw that I was more terrified than he was. He calmed me back to sleep by singing to me.(Now, if he starts screaming, I whack him 'til he stops.)

We did venture out of the cabin. We went to a movie one day, Who Framed Roger Rabbit. After the movie, we went across the street to a store. We noticed an ad for an Arabian horse ranch nearby. I love horses, especially Arabians. When I was younger, I would trade babysitting for horse lessons at an Arabian school near my home. They were show horses and were leg trained. What that means is the horse responds to the pressure on his back from your legs. If you squeeze your legs the horse will go, if you relax, the horse will stop. When Tom saw that ad, he suggested we check it out.

The ranch was beautiful. There were many gorgeous horses in the pastures surrounding the owners house. When he saw us, he talked to us and offered to let us ride one of his horses around the corral. I was rusty, but the lessons I had when I was younger came back to me and in no time I felt very comfortable on the pretty white mare. She didn't have a saddle or bridle. I was riding her bareback with a lead rope hooked to her halter. Tom got on and after a brief lesson did really well. The owner grabbed another mare and let us take the two horses out of the corral for a short walk down the lane and back. On one side of the lane was a pasture with several mares. On the other side was a pasture with two or three stallions. The walk down the lane was uneventful. As we turned to head back, the stallions became agitated. The were shaking their heads and snorting. The mares on the other side responded by dancing and whiniing. The stallions took off on a dead run. The mares did the same. Our horses in the middle were following instinct, and bolted. I was trying to relax my legs and hang on without a saddle. Tom's horse was just ahead of me and I saw him fly off his horse just before I couldn't hang on mine anymore.

After I came to a stop, I knew something was wrong, I just didn't know what. Tom was there almost as soon as I fell. When I looked at him I noticed the bright red mark just above his eye. Apparently, the horses back hoof clipped him as he went off the horse. He reached down to help me up. I tried to move my arm to take his hand when the pain hit. After sitting for awhile trying to gain some composure, I was able to get up. The owner felt terrible. We sat on his porch, but it soon became obvious that I would have to go to the hospital.

Tom drove me to the tiny hospital in Sun Valley. I was examined and the doctor believed I had broken my collarbone. The x-ray was very painful. In order to see the break I held on to full gallon jugs in hopes the break would separate enough to be seen. The x-rays did show a break. He also believed I had broken my tailbone, but I didn't get an x-ray there. I was given a brace, some pain meds and discharged.

We went back to the cabin where I willingly took the pain medicine and went to sleep. I don't remember how long I slept. I woke and before I was even very conscious I felt overwhelming nausea and threw-up close to the bed. The drugs made me feel very out of it. I felt like I was having an out of body experience. I was pretty helpless. My dear, sweet, brand new husband cleaned and scrubbed the cabin.

It was decided (by him, I was in no condition to make any kind of decisions), that we should go back to Burley. On the way home, I slept most of the time. I woke up once to throw-up in Tom's prized Toyota Celica. Poor guy! We got to his Mom's house where she graciously swooped in to minister to me. The pattern for the next couple of days was sleep, throw-up, sleep.....One thing I do remember was being so helpless my new mother-in-law had to help give me a bath. Very humbling.

Tom decided we needed to head back to Logan as school would be starting soon. On the way home, I was in the same pattern, but Tom was able to pull over in time for me to throw-up. It finally hit me, I stopped taking the pain medicine. I felt so much better after that!

Even though my head was clear, I wasn't able to do much. For the first few weeks of our marriage, Tom did my hair.(As you could tell in the two previous posts, big hair was very important to me) I know there were times in those first few weeks where he wondered what he had gotten himself into. He was thrown into getting to know me more than he might have wanted too, but he was always sweet and wonderful to me.

Can your honeymoon top that? I'd love to hear.

11 comments:

::DANDEE:: said...

That is an amazing story! Have you ridden a horse since?

Heather said...

Whoa, that's quite the honeymoon!

I hope you had a second to make up for the glorious barf-fest that was the first.

Pam Anderson said...

Can't top your honeymoon - but we did have an interesting first night - someone mysteriously hit the fire alarm at the Hilton and we had to run down nine flights of stairs - other people running down with us - comments about "they must be on their honeymoon - firemen coming - false alarm...

Sonja said...

Your honeymoon definitely takes the cake! So does Tom still have night-terrors? My husband has those, it really freaked me out when we were first married. It doesn't happen as often now as it did then.

meohmyers said...

Oh my! I don't think I've ever heard a honeymoon story to top this one! I thought at some point you'd stop and say, "just kidding" but this was all for real?!!? Definitely a story never to be forgotten! What fun things have you done for anniversaries to make up for this? :)

LaDeaux family said...

Wow, that is an amazing story. After our wedding, Rob's brothers took his bag of temple clothes to Burley for him (we were in Salt Lake). After they left, Rob realized he had put the car keys in that bag. So, we drove to our apartment in North Ogden to see if we had a copy. We didn't, so we had to drive back to Salt Lake and call a locksmith. In the meantime, my mom and stepdad were driving us around at 10:00 at night. We finally got in the car and then drove to Logan for our first night. What a tiring day that was. At least there were no broken bones.

tharker said...

Well, at least you'll never forget the experience! Wow!!!

Happy 20th Moons!!!!

debsters said...

We've got nothing on that. I can totally see that your love multiplied a million times during that first few weeks of marriage, those are the kind of events that do that do you.

Nicki said...

I've already heard this story, but I think it's even better the second time. It had me crying thinking of your loving husband. My husband works in his sleep. I've been hammered on, yelled at and a few other interesting things. At first, I thought he was possessed! Once babies came along, he started patting invisiblie babies on his chest. I've had some good laughs.

the Rew Crew said...

WOW! I am so glad I'm related to you b/c that story was awesome.

I especially liked the part about Grandma M. BATHING you. Seriously humbling.

And BTW, your house plan is so great! I love that the master closet is attached to the laundry room. In my mind that is perfection.

Dunja said...

Well written article.