A Long Night At Home

So here we are, we have her at home and in her own bed. She is in quite a bit of pain in her hips and legs and so we give her a 1/2 of the Lortab from the ER. She is so exhausted that she falls fast asleep and I have decided to sleep with her in her bed in the event that she needs me during the night. It was a restless night. I was constantly waking up and checking on her for fear that something may go wrong in the night. We awaken on Sunday morning, May 30th and it takes my sister and I both to get her up out of bed and into the wheelchair and the bathroom. It hurts her terribly to leave and she is unable to move her legs at all. We take her into the kitchen and make her favorite breakfast, raisin bread and orange juice. She eats a small amount and is so tired after being up for four hours that we decide she should go back to bed. It is becoming more and more apparent that she needs to return to the ER (definitely not BMC). I call her orthopedist that had been caring for her prior to her fall and the doc on call says to take her to the ER and have her checked. I then call a very dear neurologist friend of mine and tell him what is going on and that I am desperate and really need some guidance. She is not doing really well and I need some help fast. Several of mom's friends have come over to see her and she is resting in her bed talking to Ms. Davis. Suddenly my sister's are screaming for me and I find that she has started throwing up her breakfast. I hung up on my neurologist friend to care for her and he called me back. He offers to come to her house to see her and I told him that I didn't think that would be necessary that after the vomiting episode it was apparent that we would be heading back to the ER. He graciously offers to meet us there (as a friend) and give me his opinion. So after rapidly cleaning her up, my mom is once again carried to my car and off we go to the Gulf Coast Medical Center ER. I call ahead and tell them that we are in transit. On the way to the hospital I realize I have been praying non-stop in my head and am asking the Lord to please care for my mother. I am 44 years old, a mother myself, but I still need my mother more than ever.

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