Sunday, December 16, 2012

I didn't know my own strength

Saturday I woke up late (as usual, on the weekends) I quickly got dressed and headed out looking like a hot mess.

My mom and I then grabbed breakfast real quick, mainly because I'm a caffeine addict and needed my Coca Cola. :) We then meet my friend Jacqueline at SAM's so she could a company me at the Hospital.

As we entered the Hospital I wasn't sure how I was feeling, or what to expect. So I asked Jacqueline if we could sit in the waiting room for a little while as I calmed my nerves and gathered my self.

Jacqueline and I waiting in the waiting room


We soon entered the room and I kinda of stayed back not knowing whether or not he was awake. But Jacqueline walked over to his bed side, so I followed behind. I held his hand and told him who I was, he began moving a little, but not as much as Wednesday. The RN said he had just sedated him. Jacqueline walked on the other side and held his right hand. I remember thinking what a wonderful person and friend to be so supporting of not only me but also of my father. I fought back the tears as I thought Jacqueline was being strong so I needed to be too. He then started trying to sit up a little. I was speechless as I was caught up in my emotions. Jacqueline told him it was okay just to lay back down, and he did. After a few moments the RN returned and told us there was another visitor, if we would step outside. We grabbed our jackets and walked out and I saw my sister Jessica for the 2nd time in MY life, last time being when I was 8. She sweep by me and entered in the door, and just a few seconds later she stepped back out and asked if I would like to hear what the doctor said I followed them back in, checking behind me to see if Jacqueline was behind me and sure enough she was :) The RN then said well lets just step out into the hall. As he began talking a man and woman walked up and began listening.

The RN explained that the pneumonia was starting to clear up in one lung, but the same in the other. His ventilator was down to 2% and one of the cultures had come back positive that we would have to wash hands after exiting and once ventilator was out we would all have to wear masks.

I soon learned that the man was my fathers brother, and the woman was his brothers wife.
We sat back down in the waiting room and visited. Soon Jessica said her goodbyes. And my Uncle, Aunt, Jacqueline and I went back into the room.

His brother talked about how he hopes to help him change his life around, that maybe this will make him straighten up. We visited a little more and exchanged numbers and soon my Aunt and Uncle said their goodbyes too. Jacqueline and I stayed for a little while, and then said our goodbyes for the time being.

I was so proud of my self for not bawling, just a little tear here and there.


 We had lunch at chick fil a, and did just a little shopping and then went back to the Hospital.

As we were by his side, the RN came in to inform us that it would be our best interest not to be so close to him and to keep our time limited. I knew he was right, and let go of my fathers hand, as Jacqueline sat down in the chair across the room, I moved his hair back and wiped away the discharge from his eyes with a near by towel. I then squeezed his hand, trying to tell him I'd be back, but I was speechless for some reason.

We left the Hospital and that's when all my emotions started coming up. But I didn't let them show until we got in the car, and that's when I lost it! My friend Jacqueline was so supportive. I'm truly blessed with great friends and family!!

P.S sorry no pictures. He was looking a little rough, needs a bath!


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