It is almost midnight here at the hospital and I just sat down. I’ve been busy getting everything organized and ready for us to go home. There are so many pieces to this puzzle that it is taking me a while to get it all organized in my head. Usually when we are getting discharged from the hospital, Chris is my partner to get it all done. I know that I am mom and usually the bulk falls on me while Daddy works, but he is still a huge help.
Now, it is Daddy’s turn to be taken care of. I am grateful for our family. Everyone has been wonderfully helpful so that I could be at the hospital and just worry about Chris. But now I must leave the bubble of this hospital and its 24/7 staff and go home to do it on my own. It is only a LITTLE intimidating. I know that we can do it. It would be so much easier if I could tether Chris to the Lazy Boy, but I don’t think that is legal. At least he won’t be able to drive for the time being, so I can control his outings until that restriction is lifted (although maybe a little bribery to the doctor will help that restriction last a little longer).
The good news is that the children are older than the last time we came home with a critical patient. My favorite pack mule/maintenence man (a.k.a. Chris) is out of commission. So my children will be blessed with the opportunity to help out around the house more. Unfortunately none of them can mow the grass, so that will fall to my responsibility. But my parent’s didn’t raise a slouch, so I am quite capable of handling all of the duties that Daddy would normally do.
I think we are ready. He is finally getting a good night’s sleep. Every night since the accident has been a nightmare of pain. Every hour we spent trying to find ways to quiet the pain so that he could sleep. Music, massaging the hand and fingers, asking for more pain medication, trying to find something else to talk about, watching some tv, etc. Anything I could think of in my sleep deprived state to make him feel better.
And tomorrow is Christmas Eve, I thank God for my family and for his doctors, but I am also thankful for Amazon Prime. In between massaging his fingers and getting the nurses, I was able to order all of the Christmas presents. They are all due to be delivered tomorrow, so hopefully all of the packages will show up! It also helped that my mom and sister tackled some the presents on the list too.
The best present of all is that we are going to have Chris home for Christmas. This could have been SOOOOO much worse. He could have hit his head, his back, etc. instead of his elbow. He could be dead or paralyzed instead of in a hospital bed cracking jokes with the nurses as they come and check on him. I don’t like to think of the what ifs. So I am just going to be grateful for what we have right now.
So with a happy heart, I will be driving home tomorrow to prepare for the arrival of my best friend home from the hospital. His dad is coming to the hospital to get him discharged (his dad knows how to get the job done. He certainly knows how to convince hospital staff to comply to his will, so that Chris will make it to church on time!) and then drive him to Conroe. My dad is bringing the children back to Conroe. My sister has been working on preparing our home (mainly washing the giant piles of laundry that I was suppose to get done on Saturday when the accident happened.) And I will drive home and get everything together so that Chris will be able to be at worship and so that I can resume my duties of caring for the Puddles.
So tomorrow we will be on our own. I think we can do it. A little scary but very manageable. The icing on the cake will be when we and the puddles are in a room together and can get/give hugs and kisses again. I can’t wait for that. That will be our first step towards a sense of normalcy again. So off to bed (a.k.a the chair), so that we can get started on our newest adventure tomorrow!!
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