I have hijacked my mom's blog. She is currently in the hospital under observation for chest pains and a probable heart condition.
Mom is in severe pain. On a scale of 1 to 10, she hovers around a six.
Isaac and I just spent some time with her. Her heart hurts. Her chest. Her back. Her head. At one point, Isaac and I waited in the hallway while the nurses did another EKG. He leaned into me as I furiously sent text messages. "Mom," he said. "This isn't a very good time." I looked at him and just wanted to swoop him up. "First Esther-Faith," he continued. "And now that she's getting better, it's Mimi. I just don't like it when my girls are sick."
I think I melted into a little puddle on the floor when my nine-year-old called his little sister and his Mimi "his girls." What a sweet, tender boy.
And when we went back into the room, Mom let Isaac climb onto the bed with her and she just kissed his face and played with his curls. I could tell that he didn't want to hurt her, but that he didn't want to move either.
I told mom to call or text no matter the time if she needed something. She said, "If I'm sleeping, I'm not going to be texting." I could only smile. Tim would tell you that I learned a LOT of my sass from my mom.
The thing is, as much as we tell her to get some rest or not worry about anything, she will anyway. About Dad and her mom and her kids and her grandkids. It is her nature. Especially my dad. Her sweetheart. The love of her life. She's really worried about him. And I really wish there was something we could do to ease her worry, but I don't think there is. If we take care of one thing, she will move to the next on the invisible list in her head. It is her nature. She takes care. Of Dad. And the grandkids. And us.
So if you could, please pray for my mom. And my dad. And the medical staff. And all the things she worries about. Because we all want her to get better. For the pain to go away. To be completely healed.
Cause Isaac is right. Things are just a mess when his girls are sick.