Well after a lengthy and troubled computer down time I am back online. During the lengthy downtime I discovered that I need a new hard drive. It's on it's way now and I have reformatted so I have a temporary PC in this one. I have no clue what happened and won't even begin to pretend otherwise.
I wish I could say that this was the only thing that's hit the fan these past few weeks. But it's not. My Aunt called me frantic on a Saturday morning to tell me that my mom was on her way to the ER, she thinks it's a heart-attack. I am home with all four kids and no way to get there, I panic. I called my MIL who agreed to take me to the hospital and watch the two youngest kids, me taking the oldest two with me. I then proceed to make my way through the house to get dressed, I made trips to the basement and the closet without retrieving any clothing in my panicked state. I remembered that if my husband woke up to find the house empty he'd worry. So I think I can keep it together enough to let him know we'll be gone for a bit. WRONG! He's the calm one, remember that. I lean over his unaware sleeping form and the words that come out of my mouth are not those I had planned on saying. "Don't Panic!" I hear myself very nearly yell. His eyes shot open and he was up, for sure. I then break down into tears. "My mom is on her way to the ER. She thinks she's having a heart attack." (Mind you my mom is on chemo for cancer right now too. Has severe asthma, high blood pressure, and high potassium.) "Your mom is dropping me and the two oldest kids at the ER and she's taking the two little ones." He sits up and scrubs his face, "Just leave them all here, I"m up now."
"No, go back to sleep." I tell him and he shakes his head at me, knowing I"m panicking.
"Leave them here and let mom drop you off, call me and let me know what's going on once you find out."
At this point I"m still not dressed, in my jammies. I call his mom and give her the change in deets, I toss on jeans and a shirt, grab my purse and hub's cell and boom I'm ready.
My MIL arrives and tells me to get the two little ones dressed, she'll take them to her house anyways. That way if my hubs can go back to sleep he can doze on the couch while the two oldest ones play a video game.
Twenty minutes later I"m at the ER entrance waiting for my mom. I was waiting when she arrived and she kept me with her the whole time she back there.
All in all I spent 8 hours at the ER, she had pneumonia, they were great with her. I was back there trying to take her mind off being scared. I managed to get a few laughs out of her. I went out let my family know what the docs were doing and she made me promise to come back. She was so scared. Her right side was so bad with pneumonia that it had caused the extreme pain she was having. They admitted her and kept her for a few days. She is still recovering but at home now. We talk everyday, as always. We gossip about our family, anything to get a laugh out of her. I'm too young to be without my mommy. (Sounds silly I know, but it's true.) I love you mommy.
