My Wedding

So, being a girl, I am supposed to dream of the perfect wedding, the flowers, the cake, most important...the dress...oh yeah, and the groom. My wedding wasn't what you would call the perfect dream wedding, not even close. It was, however, interesting, sweet, and one of a kind to say the least.




Let me start of by saying I am not overly romantic and I am not much of a girly girl. I had been engaged once before, I even went to try on wedding dresses. In fact, I thought I looked pretty good in a wedding dress. I did find a perfect one and I remember looking at my Mother and my girlfriends, there faces showed that we all were in agreement, I looked good, really good, I looked over at them and said "wow, this looks good. I wonder where I could wear this". The look on their faces quickly changed. I think we all knew at that moment that wedding was never going to happen.




My hubby and I had been talking about what we should do as far as getting married, big wedding, small wedding, here, there..etc. We had planned a trip to Florida, just to get away, and thought maybe we should just get married while we were there. This seemed like a good idea, it was cold at home, warm in Florida and it seemed like it would be nice not to have all the craziness and fuss of a big wedding. It was settled, that is what we decided to do.

I was twelve weeks pregnant and we decided to do what was is the best interest of our love, baby, family and God or whatever my husband believes, frankly I am not sure. We had a nice simple plan to elope, only my brother and two of future hubbys friends would be there.

The first couple of days of our matrimonial vacation were very nice. We went to Miami, Clearwater, we hit a couple beaches and oceans and many restaurants, pregnant or not, I like to eat. I think it was our third day when I noticed I was not feeling right, I knew it was not the baby so I did not flip out. The day my brother arrived I was sure something was wrong with me but had been reassured by my doctor over the phone and she called in some medicine for me. Happy to see my brother, I insisted he go to the emergency room with us in the middle of the night. I was now in immense pain. The first night my brother was there we spent four hours in the ER. The next day didn't look much better, I had been sent "home" with pain killers and a few looks like I was being a wimp. That next day I went back to the hospital feeling worse. My future hubby's friends were now to join us, however due to the fact that I could hardly move or stand or walk, I had him pick them up and take them to their hotel, our wedding was to be in the morning.

The morning of my wedding, ahem, our wedding, I was still not well, so on the way, just a quick stop at the ER, then we will get married. Needless to say, it didn't happen. The day came and went and so did our three guests. We, however, were not able to leave to go home because I could not fly and felt a need to be close to a hospital and not thrityfive thousand feet above one at any given point.

Our wedding was to be the last Friday and we were to return home in wedded bliss that following Saturday, it was now Monday. At this point the doctors finally started taking me seriously and actually called in specialists and I was on my way to feeling better, eleven hours later that day, day six.

My guy and I had been talking to one of the nurses while we awaited my release, we had joked that we did not want to return home without getting married and we thought they should call the hospital Pastor in to marry us, we were kidding. After about an hour the nurse came back to us and told us she had called the Pastor and he was on his way, we were a little freaked out at first, then laughed and pretty much said why not!?

My almost Hubby went back to our condo and got our marraige certificate, meanwhile the Pastor showed up and was talking to me in my room. While the Pastor was with me, a nurse, not knowing the situation, came in to remove my tubes and needles and usually. when the Pastor is there, the news is not good, she turned white when she saw him then looked at me with a surprised face due to the fact that I was very much alive. When my love returned, we were married, right there, in the hospital room.

My gown was a blueish off white, like it had been washed a million times before. It had an open back with little ties in little bows, only about half the guests there were wearing the same thing. We did find a couple to sign as our witnesses, their only concern was that they were Canadian citizens. Lovely people. As my lemony life goes, with my Canadian witnesses, and all that we went through, with my luck, I wonder if I am technically married.