*NOTE: I have adopted the name Jack-Jack for our youngest son who is 10, and Dash for our 12 year old. I call my daughter Violet. This makes me Elastigirl (Helen Parr) and my husband Mr. Incredible (Bob Parr). This is based on the Disney/Pixar movie The Incredibles. My two oldest sons are just called by their real names.
Just like Mr. Incredible my husband has a desk job by day. He answers phone calls and emails, helps clients with their programming/computer needs, and does the day-to-day operations of the business. Just like Bob Parr (Mr. Incredible’s civilian name), he hates the paperwork aspect of his job (the taxes, the billing, the logs, etc). Just like Bob and Helen Parr’s marriage, ours had become mundane. We still loved each other, but the day to day got in the way of romance and affection. It seldom seems that anything amazing ever happened. And just like Mr. Incredible, my husband appeared to be able to withstand pressure and almost seemed indestructible. But even Mr. Incredible has his breaking point.
My husband and I used to kiss every single morning. We have been married 30 years and for the last few years, we have forgotten to kiss in the morning. On Thursday, April 30, 2015, we woke up and went about our day. Our family was preparing to leave for a trip to Disney to attend the Disney Social Media Moms Celebration. I was beyond excited; this was “the invite only conference of the year.” There was so much to be done. My husband and I set out on our different paths for the day, The night before he mentioned that the church softball league would be starting again, I really didn’t want him to play because life has been too crazy. Since his day job is inside, I know he likes to play because it gets him outside. With everything going on, we didn’t even have time to discuss softball, and I figured we would address how I felt about him playing at a later date. Just like Helen Parr, I expected it to fall on deaf ears.
I don’t remember if we kissed that morning, but I do remember feeling so overwhelmed at my to-do list – packing, washing clothes, making lists, and getting some food for the trip to Florida. As Elastigirl I often feel stretched beyond what I consider normal, and certainly beyond my comfort zone.
In the afternoon Mr. Incredible came in the house from taking care of outside chores. He was leaving to go to the bank and to softball practice. We said goodbye, but I don’t remember kissing him. I continued making preparations for our trip. Later, as I was contemplating what to make for dinner, the phone rang.
The Phone Call: (My sincere prayer is that the pastor that called me, never has to make a call like that again. I also pray that my friends and family never are on the receiving end of such a call.)
I was told that Mr. Incredible was taking his turn at batting practice. He had hit a dozen good hits and then a bad pitch was thrown. Everyone thought he was goofing off and swinging at it; the next moment he was down on the ground. After a couple of minutes there was no pulse. Two of the guys from church had started CPR. I remember asking who was praying. “We all are” was the response. But I was told it had been 10 minutes, and he was completely non-responsive. I told him to keep praying, and then I handed the phone to Violet.
After that I don’t remember the sequence of events beyond thinking that I needed to go somewhere. I didn’t even know where they played softball. What kind of wife doesn’t know where her husband is playing softball? How would I get to where I needed to go? Where were my shoes and socks? As Violet continued to talk to the pastor, the EMT had arrived at the scene. Using a portable AED device, he was shocked one time. The AED device does not work if there is a pulse, and it tells you if the patient can be shocked. He began to come to and started talking, and by the time they were putting him on the ambulance, he was joking and laughing. When asked questions (name, address, social security, where he was), he answered quickly and without any problem.
When he arrived in the Emergency Room, he asked for his phone and texted me.
As much as I hate to admit I was wrong, I shudder to think of what may have been if my husband had not been at the ball field that day. What if we had gone to Disney and he had collapsed while I was at the conference and he was on a ride with Jack-Jack and Dash? I am forever thankful that he was with a group of godly men that sprang to action with prayer and CPR.
We try to explain away the things we don’t understand, but everyone who was with my husband that day says they watched a dead man being raised. Sometimes we want to believe we are invincible, but I know otherwise. Mr. Incredible and Elastigirl will not live forever, but by the grace of God we are living today. I may have missed the Disney Social Media Moms Celebration, and all the incredible pixie dust that was sprinkled over the event, but I am waking up next to Mr. Incredible each morning praising God that he lives and realizing that sometimes when you are not waiting for it you get to see something amazing!