Sunday, January 16, 2011
The Wall
Well, I think I hit it. I'm not sure the snowstorm helped - I didn't see my husband or kids for 2 days. But I didn't really realize the effects of this until later in the week. I think it started after not seeing the kids for a few days. Silas looked like he had grown up overnight, and I started missing them more than ever. This happened the same day that the wi-fi went down at the hospital. The security certificate expired, or something like that. So I went a couple of days without internet. I knit a couple more hats (a giraffe, and then a bigger strawberry for my sweet little girl), and read another book, Where the River Ends, by Charles Martin. It was a good book, but sad, and considering my depressed mood probably not the best choice. Then we had an issue with my oldest and stitches and a haircut (which wasn't very pleasant), followed by 3 days of high dopplers on the little guy. Also, there is one nurse who sort of gets on my nerves a little bit, but I've been able to cope so far. Well I had her 2 days in a row. Then today they moved me to a new room again. This time, I had to switch floors, because I was the only patient in the unit upstairs, so they had to consolidate or something. What stinks is the rooms down here are tiny compared to my room upstairs, and so I couldn't bring all of my stuff - plus I might only be here a few days before they reopen the unit, and I had accumulated a bunch of stuff, so it wouldn't all fit down here. So I had to sent half of the stuff home, and move most of the rest of it with me. There are still some cards and pictures that the kids drew for me hanging upstairs. But I'm on an IV again because of the bad dopplers, which means I have to have help showering because they have to waterproof my IV before I can get in, and someone has to help me feed it through all of my clothes. So basically a whole lot of minor things have happened in the last few days that have all added up to one bad mood. I'm sure I'll be better tomorrow, but I figure, after over 5 weeks here, I'm allowed a bad day, right?
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Wow. None of that sounds fun at all. Sorry everything seems to be going wrong. Call me anytime, and I'll tell you stories of how they probably have your picture up with a line through it at the chick fil a headquarters, or how it takes me 3 hours to get to your brothers house, or how we try to get food for 4 at Steak and Shake but don't have any money, or how you once laughed so hard you threw up on the table at Denny's. :) If none of that cheers you up, I'll drive up there and punch that nurse in the face.
ReplyDeleteSarah, I'm so sorry! Hospitals are no fun, especially for a really long time. If you need someone to help fill up your time you can teach me to knit! :) I'm praying for you and your sweet family. Is there anything I can do for your hubby and kids?
ReplyDeleteSarah, this so reminds me of my time in the hospital with my twins (although my time doesn't even begin to compare with your stay). I missed my Silas so much and every time I saw him it almost made it harder on me... to see him having to be taken care of by someone else (which was a blessing that I had someone to), to see him doing fine without me and hardly wanting to pay attention to me (which was also a blessing that he wasn't crying all the time missing me!) and then for him to leave again while I laid there in that dreaded bed! But again, that was another blessing that I was able to have such good care so that the babies were okay and had a while longer to cook! So, try to look at all the great things that God is doing in your life and know that He loves you! Keeping you and those little guys in my prayers!
ReplyDeleteThat was me, Shawna- not Jonathan! BTW, will you send me your hospital address please?
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