The adventure continues

As with everything, the third day was the worst. When I got to the hospital on Thursday, Mom had had a rough night the night before, and was barely "stable." I am willing to say that is when I finally had my first of what I am sure are and will be many "meltdowns."

Yesterday, however, was a much better day. They are slowly weaning Mom off of all the medications that are making her heart work to keep her blood pressure up. Her blood pressure is finally staying good on its own, and there is slight humming today about possibly removing the balloon from her heart. Currently, the balloon is pumping her heart for her to give her body a chance to rest and recover. Once that is out and she is stable, they will start talking about waking her slowly from the sedation and eventually removing the ventilator that is breathing for her.

I have seen my mom sick a LOT over the years, but this is a whole new ball of wax. She has been in a drug induced sleep for nearly a week, and while I know it is medically induced and controlled, it is still hard to see. I go visit and rub her feet and hands, and stroke her face like she has so lovingly stroked mine, and I talk to her in the hopes that she will know I am there.

There are people who sit in the waiting room hour after hour after hour, waiting for thier five minutes to visit. I simply cannot do that. I go visit for a few hours in the morning, which usually gets me 3 good visits with Mom, and then I go back in the afternoon for a couple of hours and then again in the evening for a final visit of the day. The hospital is kind of out of the way, so there is a lot of driving going on, and they rape you in the parking garage, but it will all be worth it when she opens her eyes and looks at me.

I am off to the hospital, have a great day everyone.