Gma Update
Well we got back not too long ago from the hospital. I never got to see my grandpa, mom said he’d only gotten 6 hours of sleep over two days, so he’d gone home to get some sleep.
We sat in the waiting room after my parents left and I leaned on the arm rest between me and Steve and wiped my eye. Suddenly I had this strange feeling of deja vu. It was like I’d been there before, in that exact waiting room surrounded by all of those exact faces (the place was packed). Was I there in 2002 when my grandma died? Or was it when Steve’s grandpa was in the hospital? Or did I dream it?
We finally got to see her (after many tries and being told to come back, come back, come back) and it was Steve and I and her oldest daughter and she said, “talk to her.”
I had planned to, I’d even thought of things to say, but when I got there… suddenly I couldn’t think, I just wanted to cry.
But I talked a little bit, I told her I was there, and so was Steve and my brother and sister-in-law who would come in soon to see her as well. I told her that Elijah was at my in-laws’ house and that we were pulling for her.
Her daughter, who incidentally, shares my name, explained some things to us. She is doing better than she was this morning, she is totally fighting. I could see it in her face, she’s not ready to go.
They said her blood pressure had dropped completely and they’d had her on medicine to get it back up - she is now off of that medicine as her body is handling that itself again. Which also means that her kidneys are again functioning. She is now also breathing on her own 28%… much better than 0%.
Steve told her she’d better get well soon so they could bag them some big bucks at deer hunting season (she loves to deer hunt and usually out-does the guys). And I said I loved her and gave her a kiss and started crying.
On the way out, I shared a few words with her daughter. I said that I know she’s not my grandma by blood, but she is my grandma. And she said, “she loves you kids.”
Then my brother and sister-in-law went in and when they returned we left (they rode with us from our house since they are an extra hour away).
So she’s hanging in there and I really feel like it’s a miracle that she’s recovered as much as she has in so little time since this morning from where she was (remember, her heart stopped for 6 minutes). One of her relatives was talking to my mom and he said he’d been holding her hand and her daughter said, “mom, if you can hear me, squeeze uncle ___’s hand” and he felt her try to squeeze - ever so weakly her fingers trying to close around his.
It’s amazing…
