Wednesday, March 24, 2010
TIRED IN MY BONES
So after getting the kids off to school yesterday I decided I would hop back into bed and read. I had just ended another hospital stay the night before and I was TIRED. I knew there was a potential Respiratory Therapist visit later that morning and so I was awaiting the phone call for the actual time of arrival. The more I layed there reading, the more I thought how much I would love to cancel said appointment. When I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer, I decided I would take a short nap until that phone call came. I always keep my phone on vibrate so I held it in one of my hands for fear I'd miss the call. As soon as I had drifted under, my hand vibrates. It startles me awake and my heart starts pounding. I look at the number and see that it's NOT the Respiratory Therapist, it's my husband. Surely he'd understand me hitting the silence button, right? So that's what I did. I silenced his call and attempted to sleep once more. Just as I was just hitting the brink of my happy place, Ben's feeding pump went off. DARN that pump. "Ben...." I whine...."help a girl out. Reach over and turn your pump off...pleeeaaassse?!?" Nothing...he pretends not to hear me because it's still beeping. I climb back out of bed, kiss his cute cheeks and turn his pump off. I crawled back into my warm bed for attempt number three. (sigh) I'm so tired. Please make everything go away, just for a little while? Phone in hand once more I start to drift off...again. Not sure how long I was asleep but I know it wasn't long. I was JOLTED awake by a LOUD knock on my door. I jump out of bed in my dazed state, trying to control my balance as I fall sideways into my closet door while thinking, "They were supposed to CALL first...what the HECK?!?" My hair! I'm remembering how pretty my hair must look since I haven't yet gotten ready for the day. I run to the bathroom to see what kind of damage control I need to do before running down to let him in. I happened to look out the bathroom window and see a UPS driver pulling away. False alarm. I'm annoyed. WHY do they need to bang on the door? I crawl back into bed wondering if I should just give up. But I can't. My body is magnetically pulled towards my bed. I think if Ben could...he would be laughing at me. He probably was. I know I would be. I close my eyes again. Moments later Ben starts coughing. I peek at him. He coughs again. "NURSE!" I shout before realizing I'm not in the PICU anymore. UGH! There's no nurse. I get up and give Ben a good suction, pat his back and smile at him. "It's a good thing I love you Ben." I tell him. This attempt at a nap seems futile but I WON'T give up. I can't. My body won't let me. Back to bed I go. Another 15 minutes later the phone vibrates..."AAAAAHHHHH!" I'm starting to think homicidal thoughts. It's a txt message. I ignore it and fall back asleep. The phone. It's merciless. I think there were three more calls that I totally ignored. (sorry people) Then it came. The phone call I was waiting for. "Hi Dan" I say. "Look, I'm gonna be completely honest with you. I'm exhausted and was hoping to take a nap. How 'bout we reschedule for tomorrow?" He was copasetic and I was HAPPY. I turned my phone off and FINALLY got my nap. The End.