It's a good thing that God knows what we need before we do, and even better, He meets our needs before we even know to ask. It's not fortunate, it's not luck, it's not circumstantial. It's a direct result of good, honest, faithful prayers. Prayers from everyone, everywhere. Praying that quick prayer as they rush through the door, the fleeting thought that flickers through our brain as we drive down the street and the ones offered on bended knee. ALL of them. Each one He hears. I thought things would go much differently than they have....I expected mom to come out of the OR practically comatose, tubes threaded every which way, monitors bleating off their incessant cries for responses. I was dreading it. But it wasn't like that. Sure there were tubes and monitors, sounds and smells, but she was breathing on her own and able to speak. She hurt, and she was scared. Heck, we all were. But everything went better than we planned. Better than we dared hope for. But, God knew. As she went into ICU we were grateful she would receive good care. As she remained in ICU we were surprised, she seemed to be doing so much better, we kept expecting her to be moved out within a few hours, but that never happened. She stayed, almost tube free and waking the halls, God knew. Even when Satan whipped her around in the bed (see earlier story), we were reminded to be grateful for GOOD nursing staff!
Here we are now on the thoracic floor and a semi-private room. Privacy is out of the question, as is peace and quiet. Mom had a horrible night. Barely responded to and full of pain for most of the night I am fighting off feeling of frustrated rage. Krissy, Dan and I were sick having to leave her alone last night. They refused to let us stay. She couldn't reach her water because they moved her tray. She is unable to use her arms to push, pull or lift anything and can't get out of bed. She was trapped in and by her pain. She asked for help and it was VERY slow in coming. The TV blared all night without stopping on the other side of the curtain...you know the routine. We want her home. Some might say, "where's God in that!" But we know where He is...He is here, with us, He always is.
We love you so much and are so glad to hear you are doing well! We are always here for you and your family!
ReplyDeleteHaving been a nurse for over 35 years now I know the mind of how a nurse thinks. I do know sometimes it's just frustration to make "satan" come out in your behavior. So this is what I always did when my dad was in the hospital.
ReplyDeleteAs soon as he was admitted I would go out and buy several bags of mini candy bars or kisses. Usually a bunch of different kinds. Then I would have them in a basket AT HIS bedside and every time a nurse came in he would offer them to some candy. Soon it was well known at the nurses station that Mr. Hewitt would offer you a treat when you were in his room. So anytime he needed anything and put on his call light the nurses would fight over who would run down to his room to see what he needed. Also it's very difficult for a nurse to be cranky when you offer them candy.
Never give the nurses a gift when you leave the hospital. Do it when you are first admitted. Say something like I know you will take really good care of me. I also have done this for my daughter every time she has been in the hospital to have a baby.
Works like a charm!
You must all be so exhausted and as I read your comments know that the Lord is using this to refine you too, but it doesn't make that initial frustration go away. So I'm praying that each time her "call light" goes on, you will all be ministered to by "the light of the world." Sending hugs, love and prayers of encouragement to each one of you and requesting that you give my sister a sweet little kiss on the cheek for me. "De"
ReplyDeleteJuanette....what a great idea, I hope everyone who reads these try's your trick! I wish we'd known sooner...In a way it's sad too. As an EMT myself, I know that life, and many people who should change careers. In the future I'm bringing the treats!
ReplyDeleteLove to all