On Mamaw

[cakemage]

It will probably be today. We thought she was going to go this morning, but she's surprisingly tough and resilient. It's not that any of us want her to die, it's that we want her suffering to end and for this nightmare to be over. It's just a stressful situation. In addition, my cousin's girlfriend could go into labor at any minute. We're all excited about that, but damned if that kid doesn't already have awkward timing. Also, I had to babysit a one-year-old this morning, and I didn't find out about this until the kid had already gotten here. Unfortunately, I did a lousy job of it; he kept crying because he wanted to be held, and I couldn't physically do that and I'm not good with kids anyway, so dad ended up having to take over and it serves him right, since he's the one who volunteered me to begin with. He owes me so much ice cream for this. I suppose it was a good character-building experience, and I felt bad that I couldn't do more, but sheesh, it's not like there wasn't enough stress to go around without adding sudden babies to the mix.

Also, I'm cramping like a motherfucker and am shaking like hell. But as bad as my day's going, I know it's about ten times worse for Mom and Aunt Beth. I got to go up and say my final goodbyes to Mamaw and then come back home to recover, but they're up there watching their mother die after having spent weeks by her side almost non-stop. To say they're stressed as hell would be putting it mildly.