Well Friday evening I felt a familiar and unwelcome pain starting in my right ovary, quickly getting bad enough that I didn't dare lift Ethan from his wheelchair to his bath bed to change him. I don't usually take pain medication for anything...not even after my c-section over 5 years ago, my one and only surgery, but I knew what the next few days would be like if I did not reach for the Vicodin. It left me in a fog for most of the day yesterday and that played havoc on my mood, so by yesterday evening I settled down with a book to ease my restlessness. It was nearly 10:00 pm when I found myself to the point of no longer being able...or wanting to keep my eyes open and I said goodnight to my husband and crashed in our warm comfy bed. Sometime in my unconsciousness, Terry had gone out to the store, to get ingredients for a dinner surprise he had planned. I had sworn he was in bed next to me snoring when the dogs were fussing at the nearly closed bedroom door and I stirred wondering if they need out to go to the bathroom. I was started to hear the beeping warning the security system made when ever one of the doors opened and I thought someone was in the house. I turned to find his snoring, sleeping body in our bed, but what ever apparition I previously saw and heard there was gone and the dogs were wagging their tails as there master returned home from his midnight excursion....so the gig was up.
I dragged my unwilling body to the kitchen where he eagerly showed me the spoils of his late night adventure and told me of his plans for my Mother's Day dinner. I was thrilled, even though it was normal for him to prepare Sunday dinner while I took the children to church....he has no idea what this small gesture means to me. I don't remember what I said to him, still very much wanting to be in bed sleeping and soon I must have found my way back there because I remember nothing else until first light this morning. It is in the quiet solace that I enjoy my mornings when the summer is almost here and the sun is rising much earlier than anyone else in my house would like to welcome it, but it is in these quiet moments that I find the strength I need to get through the day....my best days are when I am up before everyone, collecting my thoughts and enjoying the brief moment of peace.
Memories of Mother's Day Past....
And Mother's Day Present:
I feel so very blessed today!
Happy Mother's Day Becky, I hope that you feel better soon. By the way, we need to know if Ethan is really getting baptized on the 29th of May. If so you need to get with Bishop and let him know. I also need to know what I can do to help. My e-mail is wendi.sunderhaus@yahoo.com that is the easiest way to get ahold of me. We have primary activity day this saturday at 9:00 a.m - 10:30 a.m. at the church we would love to have you and the kids come and join us. We are missing them. Love you tons, feel better, just rest as much as possible (if that is possible)
ReplyDeleteThey are just gorgeous! Gorgeous!
ReplyDeleteAnd Happy Mother's Day friend...feel better. OK?