Really Getting Tired of Hospitals….

‘Scuze me while I pick my face up from the keyboard…I am running on flat McDonald’s coke right now and not much else.

We had a pretty good Monday. I didn’t yell TOO much at all the kids…they took their multiple timeouts pretty well. We all stayed calm and managed to have fun.

Crunchy Husband built a fort for them out of a tarp and our newly delivered (I use the term verrrry loosely Oh happy HOME DEPOT people, where apparently the definition of ‘delivery’ means driving your shed up to the curb in your fork lift and then sitting there staring at you until you realize that HE is not going to get of the fork lift and help in any manner move the shed anywhere NEAR my yard. This is “curbside” delivery!!!) shed (still in box). There was much screaming and laughter. Our daycare kids stated that they wished their dad did stuff like that and that made us all sad.

For dinner we took Crunchy Grandma out for dinner to Steveston Village and enjoyed some yummy fish and chips on the docks. She is not doing good. She worries about her daughter and is worried about the house and on and on. This was a little break for her.

We came home to a message from my MIL’s doctor. Not good news. Again. This time it is an infection and fever. The asked that the boys come down. Again.

So my mom came over to watch the kids and we headed down there. But again, she was stable. Just critical and now fighting some infection. My poor Crunchy Husband cannot take much more of this.

While typing this, I was told by CH that they are now despite the infection finishing closing her up and removing SOME of the life support. Fingers crossed.

Anyway, another late night fright down at Vancouver General. I left the boys there and headed home. The boys left soon after as there was not much to be done or said.

Just more pain and worry.

Sooooooo…I wake up today around 7 am in Adam’s bed…he in MY spot in the big bed. I realized I am feeling…..damp. Head to the washroom. Uh oh. I appear to be bleeding.

Panic…..wake up CH, call mom….I am shaking. We head to ER.

Four hours later and the bleeding seem to have stopped as soon as it started. They took some blood and did a quick pelvic exam. Everything ‘looks’ ok. But too soon to say.

They have booked me for an ultra sound next week and hopefully we can see if the peanut is THERE and ok.

But really. And it was the SAME bed and the SAME nurse that we had when I was LAST in the ER with my weird allergy attack.

How much more garbage are we supposed to take here?

At least I get a break soon from my poor daycare kids who are having to put up with very grumpy adult supervision. We did try to mollify them with ice cream from McDonald’s.

And what can I say about my mom who looked after FOUR kids for the morning. My mom.

So CH and I are exhausted. Hopefully we will hear something positive about his mom. We are tired of the ‘prepare for the worst’ talks they keep giving us. We get it. But we are not giving up yet.

We missed Caity’s appointment with her preschool teacher.

Mom is in a quandry about heading to Pender Island even if I can’t go….she worries about not being here to help…..meaning that if anything DID happen CH would have to head to the hospital without me and I don’t think he can hack that too much more.

But it also doesn’t seem fair that so many lives are in limbo while one woman lays unconscious oblivious to all this drama.

I don’t know.

I am enjoying surfing and reading the BlogHer stuff as it appears…….it appears to be an interesting experience for all.