The trip to see Mom... that was.. and wasn't!

 

Mom and I have been planning this trip for months!

We'd throw a Christmas party for the residents, make ornaments, place Christmas BINGO, have cookies and sign carols.

I popped in on Friday to tell her I was here and getting everything ready! YIPPEE!!

Arrived at Kel and Lee's to find my best KY Fur Friend ready to play and snuggle in my bed all weekend!

SCOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE!!

All was well until I went to get her ready for the party.

She was drug drunk!  WTH!

They immediately called me back to Pam's office and said 

"Mom's heart rate and pulse don't match" and I'm like... YA THINK?  Something isn't right!

I specifically told them NOT to give my mother anything that would make her loopy for the party.

They gave it to her an hour before the party.

I just shut my mouth, packed up and headed to meet my sister.

Off to the ER we went.

And there we sat.. like this... for almost 8 hours.

Thankfully they ran every test under the sun but wanted to run more so they checked her in.

We left exhausted, knowing she was exhausted and going to sleep. I felt terrible not waiting for her to get into a room. If I had driven, I would have.

Night mama!

Drank a bottle of wine in 2 days.. don't judge.

Headed up Saturday and found her in the hospital smiling.  She slept!

She was being cared for so well. Fed well, laughing, and happy.  Well as happy as you can be in the hospital.

I on the other hand, cried for HOURS trying to sleep. Heart... broken... gut...wrenching... sobs. So very, very sad.

We spent the day making videos for friends. We ate together. I fed her.. until I could see that she could eat on her own and I made her feed herself. She needs to be independent to get out of here... so no time like the present to start.

we laughed and told stories. I stayed until dark, snuggled her, washed her legs and scrubbed her feet and applied lotion. I brushed her hair and her teeth. Even had on a little makeup!!

Then Sunday, I went back and did it all over again. I got her cell out and let her call every single person in there. She chatted for 2 or three minutes and we moved on.

It was time for me to go. We were both sad.. but I knew I had another trip on the calendar so I had to go home.  She knew, and was sad but smiling.

I called when I landed and they said she was irritable but ok.

Monday I called.. not good. Had been up again all night. Not eating, not sleeping and crying.  She was demanding I come back. Demanding that Tristan move there.  Demanding, demanding. I know she's just scared and I'm a comfort to her. Always have been. Broke my heart. 

Today is Tuesday and she's on an ambulance as we speak headed home.  They will take great care of her in the Faith House until she can go back over to her room.  She is sad and scared but I think ok.  Not sure. I'll know more tonight when I call her. I know she's confused and I'm so sad that I cannot comfort my mama.  

Father, please hold her because I cannot. 

Reach her mentally, because I cannot.  

Speak to her soul like only You can.  

Amen.