So, there we were on a plane bound for Washington State, so excited we couldn't stop giggling!
Mer hadn't been on a plane, since who knows when? Her ears were bothering her so, I gave her a stick of gum to get those babies to pop! Well Mer and chewing, hum? Mer and choking, Well Ya! What Was I Thinking?!
Slap! Slap! Slap! On her back and out flew the gum, Right Into The Stewardess' Hair! At least that's what we thought. Of course that caused more hysterics. We laughed even harder when the prune faced old lady across the isle gave us the stink eye.
We never could bring ourselves to tell the stewardess she may have gum in her hair. I'm sure she's still trying to get it out to this day!
Well of course Jim was waiting at Sea-Tac Airport for us.
We sat as calmly as possible, while all the other passengers grabbed their belongings and exited the plane. Then, they finally brought the wheelchair.
Home Sweet Home!
But then again, no rest for the weary!
Taking care of Mer was a 24/7, and then some kinda job.
She couldn't transfer real well, she had to be watched while she ate. The bathroom, as in urinating at night, was using a bed pan. Her colostomy bag had to be changed daily, bandages changed, meds given and lotion on the healed skin grafts. She could not dress her self, needed help to brush her teeth and hair.
Basically it was like having a very large infant. Even my three year old was more capable. Sad, but true.
I'm not complaining, we just need to put it out there.
I also had three children 3, 6 and 8 years old, a husband and a household to run.
But you just set you mind on auto-pilot and go!
He wounds, but he also binds up; he injures, but his hands also heal.
Job 5:18
Love you Mer
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What an unimaginable undertaking for a family of five living in a small house with so much going on already in their lives. Thank you Hibbitts for sharing your home. Thank you Peggy for you dedication. Thank you Merrym for your patience.
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Living through that was hard. I remember being scared of her bedroom, it's looking like a surgeon's torture chamber filled with gauze, cotton balls, and all kinds of weird smelling things. But, that impression didn't last long and soon Britt and I were wanting to camp out on her floor!
ReplyDeleteLiving through that was hard! I remember her room scared the pants off us kids. It was like a surgeon's torture chamber that smelled funny. But soon, we were wanting to camp out on her floor and watch movies until we snoozed.
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