In August of 2009 I experienced a week that held as equally low lows as it did high highs.
August 6th my grandmother woke me up asking me to call my grandfather because she was having such abdominal pain she could barely take a full breath. Papa came home and the two of use took her to the emergency room.
They did test after test and while they were waiting for results they suggested my grandfather and his very pregnant granddaughter go get something to. Not too long after lunch I was struck with severe abdominal pain, though mine was much different than my grandmothers… mine were contractions.
While they were real (not Braxton Hicks) they were so far apart that the hospital wouldn’t admit me. I was told to take it easy and come back if they got closer together.
They decided grandma’s issue was pancreatitis and admitted her. Papa took me home to rest and then spent the evening with her until they had her settled into a room.
That night we received a call around 2am, there had been a mistake with her morphine button, it had been set to be a continuous drip. She had been overdosed on morphine and while she could breath in, her lungs were so relaxed they wouldn’t expel carbon dioxide. Grandma was moved to the ICU and put on a ventilator to help her to breath.
I sat outside the doors to the ICU praying grandma would be all right. Hoping she’d get to see my daughter be born. I held her hand for a few minutes before Papa took me home again hoping it wouldn’t be the last time I saw her.
It wasn’t. August 12th they moved her from the ICU to her own room. They still didn’t know what was wrong with her but she was out of the ICU.
That night I couldn’t get comfortable in bed, so I went to the basement, turned on the TV and laid down on the couch. Of course that’s where by very pregnant butt fell asleep.
I woke up at 4 am, thought “well that was smart”, and went to turn off the TV. As I bent over to hit the power button I felt a pop, and then a lot of liquid. I knew what had happened. There was no question in my mind.
I changed out of my nightgown, stuffed my pants with towels (hoping to contain the puddle i trailed around after me) and woke my grandfather.
I knocked on my grandparent’s bedroom door and said, “Papa?”. The poor stressed out man sat straight up and exclaimed, “Tessie!!”
I said, “No, Papa, it’s me. I need to go to the hospital now.”
The only night I have ever seen Papa get ready faster was when they called about Grandma.
At 5:58 pm on August 13th, 2009 my daughter was born
She is almost 5 years old, and today, I registered her for kindergarten. I look at this person she is becoming and I feel like all I’ve done is blink and she has changed so much.
I’ll be honest. I’m not sure if I am ready for her to begin Kindergarten. But I am proud of her. She continues to amazing me daily. She makes me laugh often. She is compassionate and sensitive to other people. She is just an amazing girl and I can not wait to see what an amazing young lady she will become.
But I’m happy with keeping her the cute little kid she is for as long as I’m allowed.