Saturday, Mar 15 2008 - Good-a, Nice-a
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Ellen and I are home now. We had a great time. Ellen was an angel the whole time, and she made my mother so happy. The doctors and nurses at the hospital loved Ellen as well. In fact, people came into my motherís room just to see her. She beemed at everyone and snuggled with my mom.
The traveling went fairly well. The gate agents and flight attendants were so helpful (Missy - it was United). I do need to get to the airport 1.5 hours in advance, though Ė I cut it way too close with 1 hour windows on the way there and back.
My mother is doing very well, considering. Guillian Barre has a good full recovery rate, which is very comforting. The hard work now is her physical rehabilitation. It went undetected for so long that her mobility became and is nearly nil. I was honest with her in my fear that she and dad wouldnít know how to speak up for themselves enough with their medical care team, and that her stoic-ness was partly to blame for the long deterioration without detection. She acknowledged the legitimacy of my fear, which was good because it will help in the future. What didnít help was that for most people GB comes on far faster than it did with my mom. She and her primary care MD attributed all her symptoms to her back problems (ie the numbing and pain). She was walking short distances without her walker when I left, and was starting to get some tingling in her lower legs (which had previously felt like blocks of wood to her), and her fingers and finger tips were feeling more normal. Her back pain was still there, although more bearable. I reminded her not to by a martyr about pain medication and that once she was more mobile, much of the pain could be managed with exercises and other methods, but that she wouldnít be doing herself any favors by not treating the pain right now.
My sister is with her now, which Iím grateful for.
I start my new job on Monday. I havenít been thinking about it much, although I will probably start to now that Iím home and know that my mother is doing well.
I love my husband. I donít think that I thought anyone could really teach me much after my divorce 8 years ago and after cutting back on how much I was drinking 4 years ago - I think I felt that those two life events weren't things that most of the people I knew had lived through. But he has. We have, together. I donít mean we arenít ever tense with each other Ė we are. But we are learning to learn from that tenseness, and he is taking the lead in that, more often than not. Its as if I can mentally relax into our relationship and trust it to be there to support me but also trust him to work on it and think about it as much as I do. Especially as we learn to parent together, he is of immense comfort to me. We donít always agree and of course that is okay Ė but FEELING that that is okay has been hard for me to do.
Will has developed an Italian accent (Good-a, Nice-a, Out-a Side-a). I have no idea where this is coming from. I suppose it may just be a natural evolution in language acquisition for him. My first day back was hard for him. I think he probably realized then that Iíd actually been gone. And he is so close to his daddy that sharing Steve is hard for him. His eyes keep tearing up - either from allergies or vestiges of his ever-lasting cold. Its not pink eye, but it gets so goopy. And wiping them isn't usually welcome, although he is sometimes good about it.
Thank you all for your thoughts and prayers.