So you know what doesn’t help when your mother is in the hospital?
Ending up in the hospital yourself.
4:30 am on Wednesday morning I woke up in a crazy amount of stomach pain and wound up in the emergency room (no, not the same hospital as my mother).
After a bunch of morphine and tests in the ER, I was admitted.
But they never could quite figure out what was wrong with me. Maybe a kidney stone. Maybe a horrible virus. Maybe an evil warlock took over my insides. All I know is that I couldn’t move for 48 hours and all I did was cry.
Worst part: They had to put in a catheter which is just totally icky and I can’t even believe I just mentioned it on this blog. Even better, the first nurse didn’t know how to insert it properly. So she did it incorrectly and then had to send another nurse to try again.
Best part: Cute GI doctor came in to assess me. He said I could be suffering from diverticulitis but that he doesn’t usually see it in younger patients. Wait, he’s cute and he just called me young?! Things are looking up at the hospital.
Even better part: After two days, my pain vanished and I felt like superwoman.
The absolute best part: For the entire 48 hours, my very sweet husband basically never left my side. He just watched me suffer, fluffed my pillows, brought me ginger ale and promised me it would get better.
And he was right.
mama bird notes:
Thank you to my in-laws who delayed their trip to Florida and took care of our girls while I recovered.
My mother is now out of ICU and on the main floor of the hospital. This means she is healing. She is working with the occupational therapist and the physical therapist and will hopefully be on her way to rehab in a few weeks. She is trying to take it one day at a time. It’s not easy but she’s doing it. Thank you for all your endless prayers. xo