Twyla's note: Please remember that this was a horrible time for me and I wrote this journal thinking no one would ever read it. Please do not take offense to my feelings at the time.
Mom,
I just called the hospital to see how your night was and how you were before surgery. I spoke with Kara (she's such a nice girl) and she informed me that your blood pressure was great last night and this morning.
(11:45 AM) Gido and Nana came and took us out for breakfast and a bit of shopping. Drey was getting grouchy so we were home around 10:30. They just left to go to the hospital. I'll be calling there around 2:30 to see how you made out.
I went up to the hospital last night. I got there around 5:30 PM. Tony, Shirley and the girls were just leaving. I guess they had been there for about an hour You slept for about the first hour that I was there. When you woke up, the nurse told you again that you were going to have another operation. You were really upset. You told me you thought you'd be coming home. I cried, 'cause I want you home too! I explained that it will be your last operation and that you'd be home soon. Soon is a funny word: to me it means a few weeks, but to you it means a few days. Neither of us expects the same when a word like "soon" is used. Maybe that's better.
Other than Darrin, I have no one to talk to. I tried to talk to Nana today, but she takes everything so personally. I explained to her that I'd appreciate her just staying until I get home from the hospital, but then I'd like to have time alone with my family. We then talked about Auntie Deb. I told her that I missed Auntie Deb and wished she was here. Nana took that the wrong way and I couldn't explain it very well to her. Nana just isn't the same. I only wanted you to stay here when the baby was born, no one else! I wish everyone could understand that without any hard feelings. Because you can't be here, I don't want anyone to be here.
I think Nana thought she was coming down here for me, but I wanted her to come down for you, because I wouldn't be able to be there for you. The only other person I would really like to be here is Auntie Deb. This is a really stressful time for me without having to worry about other people and their thoughts and feelings. I want to worry about my husband, children, parents and me, nothing more, nothing less.
Wilma's driving me nuts! Every time I talk to her, she says, "If you want me to come and stay with you, I will." Does she think your injury automatically makes her important to me? She's come up to the city on numerous occasions, and never once stopped by. The one time I did ask for her help (when I was sick and Drey was about 3 1/2 weeks old) she said she couldn't, but she would take Drey up to her house. I will never, ever forget that and will never ask for her help again! I'm getting to the point where if she says it again, I'm going to lose it.
I hope your operation's going well. You've been under for about 4 hours. It will probably be a couple more hours, then I'll be getting some news.
Writing these letters is helping me a bit, but it will be nice when you can talk to me also.
I will write more later.
I love you. Twyla (12:45 PM)
Mom,
I just called the hospital to see how your night was and how you were before surgery. I spoke with Kara (she's such a nice girl) and she informed me that your blood pressure was great last night and this morning.
(11:45 AM) Gido and Nana came and took us out for breakfast and a bit of shopping. Drey was getting grouchy so we were home around 10:30. They just left to go to the hospital. I'll be calling there around 2:30 to see how you made out.
I went up to the hospital last night. I got there around 5:30 PM. Tony, Shirley and the girls were just leaving. I guess they had been there for about an hour You slept for about the first hour that I was there. When you woke up, the nurse told you again that you were going to have another operation. You were really upset. You told me you thought you'd be coming home. I cried, 'cause I want you home too! I explained that it will be your last operation and that you'd be home soon. Soon is a funny word: to me it means a few weeks, but to you it means a few days. Neither of us expects the same when a word like "soon" is used. Maybe that's better.
Other than Darrin, I have no one to talk to. I tried to talk to Nana today, but she takes everything so personally. I explained to her that I'd appreciate her just staying until I get home from the hospital, but then I'd like to have time alone with my family. We then talked about Auntie Deb. I told her that I missed Auntie Deb and wished she was here. Nana took that the wrong way and I couldn't explain it very well to her. Nana just isn't the same. I only wanted you to stay here when the baby was born, no one else! I wish everyone could understand that without any hard feelings. Because you can't be here, I don't want anyone to be here.
I think Nana thought she was coming down here for me, but I wanted her to come down for you, because I wouldn't be able to be there for you. The only other person I would really like to be here is Auntie Deb. This is a really stressful time for me without having to worry about other people and their thoughts and feelings. I want to worry about my husband, children, parents and me, nothing more, nothing less.
Wilma's driving me nuts! Every time I talk to her, she says, "If you want me to come and stay with you, I will." Does she think your injury automatically makes her important to me? She's come up to the city on numerous occasions, and never once stopped by. The one time I did ask for her help (when I was sick and Drey was about 3 1/2 weeks old) she said she couldn't, but she would take Drey up to her house. I will never, ever forget that and will never ask for her help again! I'm getting to the point where if she says it again, I'm going to lose it.
I hope your operation's going well. You've been under for about 4 hours. It will probably be a couple more hours, then I'll be getting some news.
Writing these letters is helping me a bit, but it will be nice when you can talk to me also.
I will write more later.
I love you. Twyla (12:45 PM)
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