So the early morning hours of the last day of March encourages me to remove myself from the restless side of my bed to engage her. As I closed my eyes last night, one of the last thoughts on my mind was of my daughter Paige. For those of you remotely familiar with my current “life,” she is in her third trimester with her fourth child, a son, they have named Garrett. Paige is six (6) weeks before her due date and is struggling with this pregnancy. She went to the emergency room Friday night with severe spotting and more than what she felt was the Braxton-Hicks “false labor” pains. They kept her. Her diet is liquid, she is on a catheter and medicines they are pumping into her system are to keep her from going into labor and to strengthen Garrett’s lungs. This little fighter is estimated to be between 4 and 41/2 pounds as of Friday night. Sometimes this morning (Monday), her Ob/Gyn will decide what will be done about her current situation. We have been told by attending medical staff that she is losing a considerable amount of blood and because of this the possibility of a Cesarean Delivery is very possibly in her near future. I sit back with suppressed amount of stress and let life play out. In the mean time… We are babysitting her three children which has not been a problem except to me. Remember my favorite virus drone? Yes… The one I had the diaper experience with? That’s her… Gabby! It seems that ever since she experienced that diaper change with me, we have “bonded!” So that’s what it takes? *SMH* She is quiet vocal now and loves to talk gibberish to me. Doesn’t matter what I’m doing or where I am in the house, she just appears and engages me in that under developed language she speaks so fluently. Interlaced amongst the foreign mix of unknowns are words like Poppy, Cat, MawMaw, Mommy, juice and eat that seems to resonate audibly in my head. This in return, encourages me to engage her in conversation. Anyway, as the weekend defined itself, Linda or Gabby decided the best place for her to sleep when spending the night, is in that big King Sized bed of MawMaw and Poppy. Last night as I prepared to retire for the evening, I had just brushed my teeth and walked around my side of the bed to lay down my watch and glasses. Staring at me were those beautiful eyes and my Gabby patting my pillow with her tiny hand… Oh My Word… Is it happening again? Who has who wrapped around who’s finger?? That sweet child is more addictive than the viruses she willingly shares with me, but I’m beginning not to care. This morning as I prepared to rise, I awakened before the alarm sounded and I reached and turned it off. While in the bathroom taking meds and doing what few man things needs to be done in my early morning preparations for work, the alarm sounded! What?? I turned that thing off! As I rushed out of the bathroom, my sweet Gabby had crawled from her warm spot across the bed and was patting my alarm clock telling me, “Heah Poppy, Heah it is!” My dilemma? Am I going to kidnap that grandchild or start begging for her to spend the night with me more often? Meggie sat patiently on the end of the bed thinking out loud. “I can answer that question for you real easy, Bud!!” As the last day of March dances away, I wonder what news is still left undefined as I type this sentence. And as of those that have read this far? Your prayers are solicited and strongly encouraged…
Posted on: Mon, 31 Mar 2014 12:57:03 +0000
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