I vaguely remember going downstairs at 2 in the morning today to get DearDR off the couch from where he had passed out, watching TV (I’m regretting cable). I told him to turn off the TV, and heard Bun start to moan in her room.
Bun had felt warm to me the day before, but I did not take her temperature. I wanted to be in denial.
After stumbling back upstairs, I tried to get Bun settled back in her own bed. She kept drifting off, but would cry whenever I attempted to leave the floor next to her bed. Finally, I scooped her up and brought her into bed with me. DearDR had not made it upstairs.
I woke up with Bun pummeling my back with her feet.
I woke up with Bun snoring and pummeling my back with her feet.
I went into the guest room.
I woke up with Bun crying for me in the hallway. We went back to my bed where she pummeled me with her feet. And snored.
I woke up to the phone ringing. At 5 a.m.
I woke up to DearDR standing in the doorway of the room saying something about his grandmother (Nanny).
This was the morning that my MIL (with whom Nanny lives) needed to leave at 5 a.m. to go to the hospital in Beaver to be there when her husband (my FIL, obviously) went into surgery for a triple bypass.
Well, Nanny was hemorrhaging. Nanny has diverticular disease, and she does bleed from time to time. But she wasn’t *just* bleeding this morning.
Bella (MIL) did get off to the Beaver hospital. DearDR and his sister were left to get Nanny to the hospital (and clean up). After trying to get Nanny to his car, DearDR decided it would be better to call an ambulance. (Nanny is very, very frail, and she had lost a lot of blood.)
In the meantime (and in ignorance of Nanny’s condition) I had dragged my exhausted ass out of bed and gotten ready for work. DearDR called at 6:30 a.m. with the update on Nanny, and what he was going to do.
I packed lunches. I gave the girls their breakfast. Bun didn’t eat hers. I started getting the girls changed.
Bun was still warm to the touch. I steeled myself and took her temperature.
Looks like I was staying home from work again.
The ambulance was still in my in-laws driveway when I left. Everyone seemed to be okay, albeit worried and groggy from lack of sleep. Monkey wanted to stay home, and Bun wanted to go to day school. Tough luck on them.
The updates rolled in around noon: FIL out of surgery and doing okay. Nanny staying at the hospital so they could locate and deal with the bleeding, stable condition. DearDR and SIL torn in many different directions (work, kids, two hospitals, other obligations).
Once Bun started napping, I channeled my Italian grandmother. I made a huge batch of pesto sauce; I made some no-cook tomato basil sauce; I made a baked vegetable strata. If you can do nothing else for people, then you feed them. It is very simple.
Oh, and I edited something for Dr. Sis. Yer welcome, Dr. Sis!
Things to look forward to: Beer (as always). Going to work on Friday. The Pizza-Off on Saturday. Ice cream with my brother and his family. The Dark Knight and Bottle Shock.
I’m thankful that everyone is doing fine. Now I just want everyone to be doing fine at home.
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YIKES. Here’s hoping for an incredibly dull & uneventful MONTH for you coming up. That’s way too much drama for one day. Thankful everyone came through the day okay though 🙂
you and DearDR and your families are all in my thoughts.
take care! much love to you all!
Oh, you will be at the pizza-off! Mrs. Crappy asked us to come but my mom moved from one nursing home to another unexpectedly yesterday. Travel was already out of the question, but now it really is. Someday I hope to meet you via the Crappy family! Hope by now things have settled down a bit for you, too, and that everyone is OK.
All: Thank you. My FIL is doing well; Nanny is back home for the time being; Bun is recovered from her bug.
New adventures await, I am sure!
thanks, all, for the comment. and @momsbrain, we will meet someday! The Pizza Off was much, much fun.
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