As I tucked my precious Haley into bed tonight and we ended our prayers she had tears in her eyes. I asked her why she was crying and she repied "I miss Popa". I held her close and told her he was getting better and she would see him very soon.
Later ,when I came downstairs to continue my nighttime routine I reflected on how very hard being a mom is and how there is no amount of preparation that can equip you for how to help a six year old through watching her granddaddy get so sick. I hope the words I say to her during these times, where I myself often struggle to find peace, will be the right ones.
I spoke with the Case Manager for PCU and ICU at SouthBay today. She said that dad is off the Nitroglycerin drip and as soon as some other cardiac numbers come down they will begin to get him sitting up and then moving about some, slowly. She also educated me a great deal about congestive heart failure.
I pray that soon he can come home and we can remind him of the many things he enjoys at home. That was one of the points that the case manager was talking about, how we can give dad things to look forward to and plan on each day. This helps him to focus on those things and not just how poorly he may be feeling that day. Maybe that is a lesson we could all take to heart.
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