For those of you who know Bob and I well, you are aware that tiny baby is not our first foster. But I went to the ER with him tonight like it was my first rodeo. Amateur. π
Lesson 1: Don’t get to the ER mid-shift change. You will wait. Unless you have been stabbed repeatedly in the arm and you’re bleeding out in the waiting room. Shift change is between 7 and 8. I arrived at 7:10. Doofus.
Lesson 2: Always overpack infant needs. You think five diapers and one 9 ounce bottle will be enough for a quick check of your breathing? WRONG. Go pack three times that.
Lesson 3: You think it will be quick. It was quick one time. Three years ago. Forget it. Prepare to camp out. And you should have eaten before you left. You’re better than that. C’mon.
Lesson 4: You should have picked Shore Memorial over ACMC City Division because the last time you were in the ER here was March 20 after your husband’s near fatal car accident. And you thought you were prepared to return. But you really weren’t.
I was ok at first being in the ER, until we walked down the hall for X-rays. I passed the waiting room where I sat with Mike, Terry, and Pastor Chris and signed for Bob’s personal effects and ugly cried like crazy. How many other families have sat there waiting for news? How many of those messages have been life changing?
But X-ray is right across from the trauma bays. I don’t remember much detail from that first night, but I do remember the weight of my winter coat on my arm and the blacked out trauma doors. So I fought back tears as tiny baby and I went for a quick chest x-ray. (He’s gonna be fine, just some rapid breathing and we don’t mess around with stuff like that, but add him to your prayer list. I didn’t want you to worry through the whole post).
So it’s been a rough evening. I am waiting now for results in the ER just like I did 8 weeks ago. Kinda weird how that all works.
The past few days have been great for Bob. Tons of visitors between Friday and Sunday so I know that keeps him in good spirits. Therapy went well on Friday, but it hurt to watch him complete some “menu math” problems. He got them all correct, but it was a painfully slow process to watch and he even needed paper and pencil for calculations. He just doesn’t have the short term memory to keep it all upstairs.
He also enjoys reading back through the visitors log book that I made him right after the accident. He is always amazed that so many people came to see him when he was unconscious. And he loves the sketch Uncle Wayne made of him. Please keep writing in it if you are able to visit. It is going to be an amazing keepsake.
He walked even more during PT today with just Ranit helping. He is getting better and better physically every day.
I also surprised him with Pats cheesesteaks for lunch. He really enjoyed that and we spent most of our day outside enjoying the weather. My mom and Mikey came up in the afternoon and we had a ball eating dinner with daddy and blowing bubbles on the roof.
We swam the next day and visited some more before heading home. Bob felt bad that he was missing Mother’s Day. I assured him that it wasn’t a big deal. But I did miss him spoiling me. And Titi did help Mikey and tiny baby make a craft for me.
Bob got a new set of wheels today that he can power with his legs. He said he feels like he has run four marathons because no one will push him around anymore. Don’t worry my love, I’ll be there soon enough to push you around. π€£