Hysterically doubting, the night before the wedding

On August 16th 2007, close to 10pm, my panicked mom called from the church building and needed help finishing with the reception decor.  So I gathered a small group.  Dan debated on going because he normally didn't do well after less-than-optimal sleep AND we were going to get married in the temple that very next morning.  I let him choose.  I didn't make it a big deal.  He chose to stay and sleep.  So off I went with the help.

After an hour or so of helping my mom, I started to doubt:  I gave him the choice, but why didn't he choose to help me out?  Do I not matter?  I'm part of next day's event too you know!  Is this what our marriage is going to be like?  Me, handling all unscheduled situations because Dan needs his beauty sleep? Is he not going to be there in the middle of the night when I need him?  When we have children?  When I need a helping hand?  Is sleep more important than ME?  Than US?  Than OUR FAMILY?!!!

We still got married the next day.

This early morning at 12:40am, Elena wakes up crying and I go to see what the matter is.  Turns out she is laying in VOMIT, and continues to vomit on me after I pick her up.  Oh no, what on earth did I give her to eat that day?  I call for Dan, "Elena is throwing up!"

1)Dan comes.
2)He scrubs the vomit off the carpet and crib while I calm the baby.
3)He comforts the baby as I shower the vomit off my body.
4)He helps me bath and dress the sickling.
5)And he cradles her until he is no longer needed.

So.... maybe I was a little hysterical the night before the wedding.

Good thing I decided to marry him after all. :)