Sunday, January 20, 2008

Wacky Weekend Notes

Drive to Mom and Dad's to help with mom's after-surgery care.

Mom is fine, but Dad's heart speeds up...medication needed. medication taken. He is better.

Mom is doing laps around the house on her new knee--with a walker.
Next morning mom is sick.

Go back and forth to pharmacy to pick up medications.

My husband calls. Big problems at home with eldest son.
Difficult conversation.

Dad and I take mom to hospital.

A dear relative calls on my cell. Needs prayer for a crisis.

Wait forever in emergency room with mom.

Husband calls from home. He just sprained his ankle.

Drive home around 9:00 p.m. after mom is admitted to hospital.

Husband cannot get comfortable and sleeps on couch.

Where is oldest son?
Stay awake.
1:00 a.m. oldest son comes home.

2:00 a.m. loud beeping sound from kitchen. Is it the smoke detector?
2:02 a.m.'s youngest son's stop watch.
2:04 p.m. Turn off stop watch and go back to bed.
2:14 a.m. stop watch goes off again.
2:14 a.m. let the stop watch beep!
2:15 p.m. wrap pillow around ears.
3:00 a.m. I hear my husband calling my name.
3:01 p.m.'s just my husband snoring.

But the morning brought a blessing and answer to prayer. I've been praying for years for my youngest son to use his drumming skills at church. Today was his first "gig"! He played in the worship band in our high school department and did a great job!

Other blessings: Great hospital dinner date with dad.
Diane--the nurse who helped us.
Mom is doing much better and will be released soon.


Dawn said...

Wow, what a stressful time! I was going to ask you to come back over for another prayer request, but maybe you have enough!

Diane said...

Oh girlfriend! What a night!

WE truly are the sandwich generation--arent' we. The only knowing we are not alone. Well, not so much comfort as acceptance! I am busy running my mom to the Cardiologist, the Neurologist, the Heart Clinic, the Eye Clinic, the lab, and a variety of other stops. When I'm not with her, I'm running over to her apt. to give her cat his medication! He is a 16 year white persian who is on his last days/weeks of life. He has been such a great companion for my mom over the years...and she cannot see due to cataracs (the Eye clinic--remember) it is only right that we try these last medications for Mosia. My mom will be lost without him.

I'm praying for you girlfriend! Praying for all the circumstances....and a good nights sleep!


Janey Loree said...

...still praying...

Michelle (wife, mom, daughter, sister, friend, co-worker, and striving to be a Proverbs 31 woman) said...

Praising God for your blessings, Sharon. Also praising Him that you see Him through the storm. Praying for your oldest son, and your husband's relationship with him, and your family overall.
Praising God for your friendship and the fact that you are so real in your blog and that you keep writing. YOU are a blessing.