Twyla's note: My poor father, dealing with so much by himself. And such a silly girl I was, thinking I was so important.
Mom,
Hi there! I went up to the hospital to see you last night. It's been 2 weeks since I last saw you. Although you're still vomiting, you have changed so much. The improvement is just phenomenal! Your state of mind and disposition have improved so much that I was really shocked.
Last time I saw you, you were only concerned with yourself. Last night you were only concerned with everyone else. We had such a nice visit. You were back to being "Mom". It was so nice. We talked about a lot of things, and rest assured that I'm taping the kids for you. You said you missed me, and I really miss you and can't wait until you're feeling even better.
I have to admit that before this visit, I was feeling really despondent about going to see you, because there didn't seem to be any change. I was wondering if that was the way you were going to be from now on. I'm glad that you're picking up. I can't tell you how good it made me feel to see you in a better frame of mind. As soon as I got home, I phoned Dad and told him all about our visit and the changes I'd seen in you. He said that he really doesn't see the changes because he sees you almost every day. I assured him that there were major changes. He was very pleased by this.
You said that this is the worst you've ever felt in your entire life. I believe it! But I'm glad that you can realize that and verbalize it to me. And your left eye was open! I was so happy to see that! It's just another step on your road to recovery.
You asked me how I was doing and how I was feeling. It was really nice to have you ask that, and I'm doing great. I'm still losing weight and I've started exercising. I only started on Thursday and couldn't do it Friday, but I'm starting again today. I look forward to every day now. I'm feeling really good about myself, and everything. I actually clean up my house now (shock, shock), and make supper every night, and do the dishes right after, and do the wash, and care for the kids. Darrin says that I've turned out to be a pretty good wife, and that makes me feel good. I even do things that Dary used to do like washing, vacuuming, cleaning toilets, etc. About once a week he does the dishes for me, and once in a while he'll wring out the diapers and put them in the wash for me.
I don't mind doing the housework, because when people come over and see it clean, it makes me feel proud. I got really pissed off yesterday. Michelle went into labour and called and asked me to go be with her. Darrin came home and Karen came over to watch Drey when Darrin brought Kiershyn to me to be fed. I got home around 6:00 PM and my house was an absolute mess! I chewed them both out, telling them how inconsiderate it was to expect me to clean the house when they'd both been sitting on their butts. Well, as I was cleaning up I cooled off, and eventually apologized for being such a bitch.
Michelle had a baby boy at 5:00 PM yesterday. She did really well in labour and I'm very proud of her. I was with her the vast majority of the time, and she listened to me very well. I think it was good that I'd just gone through this a month before, because everything was fresh in my memory. Brian learned a lot from me being there, like what to say and what not to say, and he did pretty good too. He actually stayed in for the delivery, which surprised us all. Michelle had a bit of trouble by the time delivery came and Dr. Uretsky used forceps. She was so tired. I got there at 11:45 AM and she was 3 cm. They checked her again at 2:00 PM and she was 4.5 cm. they came in to give her a shot of Demerol at 3:30 and I asked the nurse to check her first. She was 8 cm! I praised her and told her she only had a little while left. She had really bad back labour, a lot like mine with Drey. The little guy was coming face down like Drey did. That's why they had to use forceps. They couldn't turn him and his nose was hung up. Anyways, she did great and everyone's fine.
Well, I'm signing off now. I'll write more later.
I love you. Twyla
Mom,
Hi there! I went up to the hospital to see you last night. It's been 2 weeks since I last saw you. Although you're still vomiting, you have changed so much. The improvement is just phenomenal! Your state of mind and disposition have improved so much that I was really shocked.
Last time I saw you, you were only concerned with yourself. Last night you were only concerned with everyone else. We had such a nice visit. You were back to being "Mom". It was so nice. We talked about a lot of things, and rest assured that I'm taping the kids for you. You said you missed me, and I really miss you and can't wait until you're feeling even better.
I have to admit that before this visit, I was feeling really despondent about going to see you, because there didn't seem to be any change. I was wondering if that was the way you were going to be from now on. I'm glad that you're picking up. I can't tell you how good it made me feel to see you in a better frame of mind. As soon as I got home, I phoned Dad and told him all about our visit and the changes I'd seen in you. He said that he really doesn't see the changes because he sees you almost every day. I assured him that there were major changes. He was very pleased by this.
You said that this is the worst you've ever felt in your entire life. I believe it! But I'm glad that you can realize that and verbalize it to me. And your left eye was open! I was so happy to see that! It's just another step on your road to recovery.
You asked me how I was doing and how I was feeling. It was really nice to have you ask that, and I'm doing great. I'm still losing weight and I've started exercising. I only started on Thursday and couldn't do it Friday, but I'm starting again today. I look forward to every day now. I'm feeling really good about myself, and everything. I actually clean up my house now (shock, shock), and make supper every night, and do the dishes right after, and do the wash, and care for the kids. Darrin says that I've turned out to be a pretty good wife, and that makes me feel good. I even do things that Dary used to do like washing, vacuuming, cleaning toilets, etc. About once a week he does the dishes for me, and once in a while he'll wring out the diapers and put them in the wash for me.
I don't mind doing the housework, because when people come over and see it clean, it makes me feel proud. I got really pissed off yesterday. Michelle went into labour and called and asked me to go be with her. Darrin came home and Karen came over to watch Drey when Darrin brought Kiershyn to me to be fed. I got home around 6:00 PM and my house was an absolute mess! I chewed them both out, telling them how inconsiderate it was to expect me to clean the house when they'd both been sitting on their butts. Well, as I was cleaning up I cooled off, and eventually apologized for being such a bitch.
Michelle had a baby boy at 5:00 PM yesterday. She did really well in labour and I'm very proud of her. I was with her the vast majority of the time, and she listened to me very well. I think it was good that I'd just gone through this a month before, because everything was fresh in my memory. Brian learned a lot from me being there, like what to say and what not to say, and he did pretty good too. He actually stayed in for the delivery, which surprised us all. Michelle had a bit of trouble by the time delivery came and Dr. Uretsky used forceps. She was so tired. I got there at 11:45 AM and she was 3 cm. They checked her again at 2:00 PM and she was 4.5 cm. they came in to give her a shot of Demerol at 3:30 and I asked the nurse to check her first. She was 8 cm! I praised her and told her she only had a little while left. She had really bad back labour, a lot like mine with Drey. The little guy was coming face down like Drey did. That's why they had to use forceps. They couldn't turn him and his nose was hung up. Anyways, she did great and everyone's fine.
Well, I'm signing off now. I'll write more later.
I love you. Twyla
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