I forget about hospitals, about being a patient and not a nurse with work to do.
So many memories of a different time of my life...
The corner market in Fremont, the Italian restaurant down the street, hearing Lucy my cat bound up the stairs after spending the day outside in the city while I was at work, when it was just her and I. Milk in glass containers, visits from Joe, the subaru and the scout.
Its life in your face here with little kids kissing their momma goodbye as she pushes her pole down the hall. Doctors doing their routine while patients are riddled with anxiety, worry, and nervous laughter. Bleary-eyed residents walk the halls knowing sleep isn't happening for days. An old man waiting for his partner who had major bypass surgery, all smiles as he was leaving - he had made it through. People sleeping in the waiting room praying out loud and to themselves, 10 yr.old boys answering the phone and playing phase 10 with mom. No food all day.
Sometimes I wonder about hospitals and how we heal, that we put so much faith in other people, in what we know at that time. In the future will it just get more and more human removed with machines and robots OR will we pray more, touch each other more, and learn to heal ourselves?
I am so glad Kali got through the surgery as well as she did and healing is the only thing left for her to do.
It seems to be just flying by... where o where do you go?
Driving Abs to and from school everyday...ughghgh
Basketball practice and games- super fun- am trying not to be too vocal -*hard*
Chores, playdates, and a bit of homework each night and Abs learning to do things everyday... the same thing..... that sometimes life isn't fun all the time
Abby learning lessons about how to treat people and handle emotion- * hard* on momma and her
Wessy having to go to the dentist and finding out he has major cavity issues and is learning to brush teeth 4 x a day, drink water, and not snack * hard *
Wessy being 2 learning that his momma can't do every single thing for him, that he can't have everything he wants, that his sister won't always want to play with him, not drinking as much milk and timeouts- * hard *
Joe and I trying our best to hold it all together.
There isn't a lot of light at our house these days, lots of screaming, crying and fighting, lots of games of chase, puzzles, reading books, castle making out of blocks, lego building, and trying to breathe deep and often.
Remembering that it won't always feel this stressful, to try and just breath right through it.