Ain't Coming Home

We just got up from a nap, Mikie, Molly and I. Felt GREAT. Jack opted to play and interupt my nap about 5 times with questions, but I got a chance to snooze so it's all good. I finally told him to grab Chloe's leash and walk her around the yard a bit. She had been jumping up and licking my foot hanging off the bed (it was one of those naps that I laid horizontal across the bed, it felt great!). Anywho, Jack yells up from downstairs, "Mom, there is POOP down here!" Okey doke. That is actually the second time today she's pooped in our house. The first being right when we got home from the hospital this morning and found 4 turds on 3 steps. I had to go like a relay around orange cones that time cause my focus was getting Molly upstairs for a much needed nap. I then came down to pick up the lovely tootsie rolls. What the beak? Again, I guess this animal just prefers to be at her own home!

This morning Jack woke me up to tell me Chloe had peed in the hallway and my reaction as I woke and realized I'd have to get up right that second? "Shit!" Hmm and ya wonder why he said THAT at school! I right away said "ohh Jack, Mommy shouldn't say that word, and I got up and got stuff to clean the whiz.

Erk, the kids and I had breakfast and headed down to the hospital. As we exited the expressway, we hit cops at traffic lights cause of a race (running) downtown. Every way we tried to take was blocked. I finally told one of the people blocking an intersection, "we need to get to the hospital!" He probably figured I meant I was bleeding to death, but COME ON! There was no getting around it! I guess there finally was cause we got there, but sheesh. We then get in the parking ramp where I am putting Mol's carseat in Erk's car (the boys put their own in the car but Mol's is a pain in the rear) and as I'm all contorted doing this, Erk thinks it'll be funny to hit the "panic" button on his keychain. It startles me and let's just say, I was NOT happy. I went off on him in that parking ramp! It wasn't funny to me until we reached the entrance to the hospital. I was pissed!

We went up to the 4th floor and Dad was coming out of the waiting room area getting himself some coffee. He looked great and as we all sat and had coffee/hot chocolate with him, we were excited to see he was doing SOOOO much better. He was piecing together things from yesterday, knew that Erk and Meg had been there last night, remembered some of their conversations, etc. What a bright spot! Erk left after a bit to head to a buddy's cabin but the kids and I stayed. We had lunch at the hospital (a whole nother story which included me, a tray full of stuff balancing act, Molly crying the whole time, narrow doorways, Molly taking out an entire row of styrafoam bowls cause she could reach them so well, and Mikie dumping his choc milk all over). From the cafe, we headed back up and waited to see the doc come in with any results. They had done an MRI this morning and that even came back clear. THANKFULLY on one hand, but what the heck happened on the other? Then the meal lady comes in and asks what Dad wants for supper tonight, breakfast and lunch tomorrow and we realized he ain't coming home today. He was a bit bummed, as the longer goes by he is MORE AND MORE Dad... But he understands.

While we were there we heard him talking with the doctor about the pain he's had in his chest and shoulder the past few days. As a matter of fact, he was going to call his doctor yesterday if the pain persisted. It has been for a few days this week. SO... we can't help but wonder if whatever is going on in his chest cut off the blood flow to the brain? Not sure - but that's why they'll keep him - he was leaving for an EKG when we headed home, and they are going to do a stress test at some point. So that is that. We are thankful to see Papa coming back and making strides, thank you SO much for all your prayers! Please continue :) Ohh and our pastor's granddaughter is in the hospital too, she is 15 months old. Found out today that she has cycstic fibrosis (sp?) so the family would also appreciate prayer. Off we go to take the poopy dog back to her own headquarters!