So...
I am laying here in bed, trying to get some sleep. I still feel like crap. My nose is plugged up and now I have started sneezing. I thought I was getting better this morning but apparently not. And now the two oldest boys have the same thing. I have a feeling that we ate going to be passing this around our house for a while. I was supposed to go scrapbooking with my mom tomorrow. However, in my current condition I don't think that is such a good ideal. Not only do I not want to pass this on to everyone on God's green earth but my mom really can't afford to be around sick people at all given the fact that she has only been out of a long stay in the hospital for about a month. Let me take you back to the scariest moment of my life a little over month ago...
So around the end of September my parents were just getting back from a vacation to Michigan. They decided to go camping at a little place here in Ohio outside of Piqua called Poor Farmers. I went to see them on Saturday and kind of hang out and everything was fine and dandy. They ended ip coming home on Sunday evening. They need that long break because there had been a big shift at there house with my youngest sister, her boyfriend and their two young daughters moving in. At the time the one kid was 3 and the other was only five months old. So for two people who had finally raised all their children to be independent, this was a big adjustment. And along with some other things, this caused a lot of stress.
Well Tuesday morning, and I literally mean morning giventhe fact that it was 2, my phone starts ringing. I see that it is my mom and pick it up knowing that it can't be anything good because the earliest my mom has ever called me is like 8 in the morning. So I pick up the phone and it is actually my younger sister on the other end. She is telling me that mom is in the hospital in I.C.U and that she had been taken to the hospital Monday night. Now I had only been asleep for about two hours because I had worked late that night, so my emotions just go on the blitz. I was upset and cuing because my mom was in the hospital but then I start yelling at my sister because she didn't call me Friday night when all this happened.
Anyways, I find out that mom had gotten a pretty severe vase of Pneumonia and being put on a respirator. So when morning hits I rush to the hospital with the hubby. We are there for most of the day and the doctors seems to think that things are improving. My older sister and I devidence to go get lunch and i want to go home and get some sleep.
At five that evening my dad calls me and says we need to get to the hospital a.s.a.p because mom has taken a turn for the worse. I tush because I live about twenty minutes away from the hospital. When I get there things have seemed to calm down. Apparently her temperature spiked to 108 and her sugar levels were at like 280. They give my mom the option to try to fight off the infection herself and be intebated in the middle if the night when her lungs start filling with fluid and things become an emergency, or just go ahead and have it done mow while everyone is calm, cool and collected and things can go smoother. My mom opts for the second option.
They said it would only be for three days and then she would come out of the coma like state. However so many things happened over the course of those three days that they ended up stretching it out for six days total. Those were the longest six days of my life.
They woke her up the day before my birthay, October 2nd, and let me tell you that was the best present ever. She was able to tell me Happy Birthday on the 3rd and able to come home shortly thereafter. Let me tell you one thing, this made me appreciate my mom so much more. The whole time I have been alive my mom has never once been in the hospital. I have never seen my mom really sick. This incident made me realize for the first time that one day, hopefully many many years from now, my mom will pass away. As children we think that our parents are going to live forever. I mean they are our parents. They have been there for us all our lives. They fix every scrap, boo boo, and broken heart. Shouldn't they have the power to live forever? The sad realization is that they won't. There will come a time time when we need to talk to our mom or dad about a problem we are having and they won't be there. We need to learn everything from our parents now while we have the chance and tell them that we love them every chance we get.
Later,
April
P.S.- This sleeping pill is kicking in now. So I am finally off to bed!
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