Friday, January 30, 2009

Three Years Ago Today...



... I was laying in my warm bed when I was awakened at 5AM to the sound of a ringing telephone. I rolled my morning sick belly over to answer.

“Your mom is sick. We are sending her in an ambulance to the hospital. Her vital signs are low. She has an infection of some sort…” It was a call from her care center.

I grabbed the quickest food I could find, a bag of sugar snap peas… my latest craving. I found my mom on a gurney in the Emergency Room lobby, with an EMT at her side. “Her vitals are low,” he said.

Only moments later, they had us in a curtained room.

I told my mom over and over, “Don’t worry. It’s going to be OK.” I must have been saying it a lot because my mom just all of a sudden perked up and said in an irritated tone, “What’s going to be ok?”

I didn’t know what to say.

I didn’t really know.

Doctors and nurses came in. EKG. Blood draw. Vitals checked.

Her blood pressure was alarmingly low.

I heard the doctor say something about making her comfortable but I still didn’t get it.
I felt dizzy.

I wanted to throw up. I felt like lying down.

While the nurses attended to some personal matters for my mom, I left the room to give her some privacy.

I called my brother in Utah, “Please come right now! I can’t do this alone.”

I called my 9 month pregnant sister. “Mom is sick, it doesn’t look good.”

But I didn’t get it.

I called my other siblings, said mom was back in the hospital. I would keep them posted.

I sat by mom a while. I ate my sugar snap peas, trying to ignore my morning sickness. It didn’t work. Mom was in good spirits. She kept making jokes. The morphine was kicking in and mom was beginning to relax.

It was after lunch time now. I was sick with pregnancy from not eating much and so tired. The nurse told me mom would sleep a while and to go home and get some rest. My mom said I should too.

So I did, because I didn't get it.
I left my mom and went home. I ate lunch. I laid on my couch. A couple hours later, I felt an urgency to get back to the hospital. After making arrangements for the kids, I drove the 10 minutes to the hospital.

When I arrived at the hospital there was a nurse and someone else in the room. She turned out to be a grief counselor of sorts.

“Your mom stopped breathing almost 15 minutes ago. Her heart is still beating. She must have been waiting for you.”

I didn’t know what to do. I could only think to call my brother. He was in the airport, on the way here. I went back to my mom. Watching the vitals monitor track her weakening heart beat.

I could only think to call my sister.

I didn’t get it.

Finally, it occurred to me I needed to get off the phone.

I held my mom’s hand and told her I loved her.

Her heart stopped beating and I finally got it.

Five and a half short months after the passing of my daddy, my mom went to join him.

They were happy.

Four days later, my pregnant sister gave birth to a gorgeous baby on the day of my mom’s funeral. And I was blessed with a little girl from my pregnancy, just like my mom had guessed.

Three years ago today, I lost my mom and I still think of her every day.

Not in a mournful way, mostly happy memories. Sometimes longing for her to be here. Always grateful for forever families!
Even though my mom and I never had the smoothest relationship, I loved her dearly. And still do. I am so grateful for a mom who taught me to love Heavenly Father and to trust in Him. I am thankful for a mother that sang stupid songs to wake me up in the morning and would embarass me by dancing in the kitchen in front of my friends. I am so grateful for a mom who let me dream and encouraged me to be whatever I wanted. Grateful for a mother who made our home what it was. Now that I am a mom, I know how diffucult it is and I appreciate her efforts even more. I am grateful for a mom that gave me opportunites to grow into who I am.
I love you, Mom! I miss you!

Go hug your mom today!

11 comments:

Brooke said...

I'm so sorry for your loss. What a great reminder of where we need to "be". Thanks for sharing. You made me cry.

Heatherly said...

Kathy you made me all teary.You always have such a positive outlook on things. I stand in awe. Your mother had to be amazing for helping the Lord shape a women like you.

Erin said...

That is a special story. Thank you for sharing!

queenbee4 said...

That was a beautiful post. Thanks for sharing that with us. I'm sorry for your loss, but I am inspired at how you've dealt with it.

wenderful said...

What a wonderful tribute to your mom. I lost my dad a little over 3 years ago and miss him everyday. You wrote that beautifully. She sounds like a wonderful person.

(Just stopped by from Mormon Mommy Bloggers)

Jill said...

Thanks Kathy, for the reminder about how precious life is and how wonderful the knowledge of eternal families is. Thanks for sharing.

Tim Penrod said...

Well, she may have had her quirks, but she raised my favorite person in the world!

Tabitha (From Single to Married) said...

I'm sorry for your loss but enjoyed your beautifully written story - I will have to call my mother today.

threehappyhansens@yahoo.com said...

I miss her so much! I'm so glad we'll all be together again.

CJ, the Purple Diva said...

Wow what a powerful story! I loved the way you made me feel like I was right there with you. I am sure you mother is happy and so happy for the way your life has turned out! Smiling at you I am sure! thanks for sharing this tender story.

Reese said...

I felt your love for your mom in that story - for me, losing my mom 2 years ago...I honestly had NO idea that mom's could die...seriously! I mean, I knew that she was mortal, but didn't consider to be as mortal as I am, you know what I mean?! I, too, am so grateful that we'll get to see those dearest to us again. :)