Twelve Hours. Twelve hours from when I received the phone call that Mom was being admitted to the ICU with urosepsis. Her sugar levels were through the roof, so she was also in Diabetic Ketoacidosis, she was now officially a diabetic.
Twelve hours. In the first twelve hours, doctors raced to get her sugar levels low and start her on high doses of Rocephin and get the infection under control, but we were unsure of what it would mean in the long term because she was incoherent, she was trying to pull on tubes and other things. And they said in twelve hours we would know the difference between her living and her dying. In those twelve hours, I learned how much my younger sister has matured and grown up and I couldn't be prouder of her. My aunt says she was here, she was engaged and asking excellent questions - she also kept me in the loop, so I would know what was happening.
Twelve hours. In twelve hours, my girls sprang into prayer with me as soon as they heard, that was a proud mom moment for me there, Beka who is 10 lead the charge. Elizabeth happily followed suit and Sarah asked for prayers via FB. I got everyone off to school, sent voicemails and emails to keep teachers in the loops and called Chris to let him know. Then I got busy on Facebook requesting prayer for her. The response was overwhelming. I was also encouraged to start a Go Fund Me account. Within twelve hours, I had most of my food and gas covered.
Twelve hours. In twelve hours, I had a plane ticket, a rental car reservation (I opted to not use it to save money), was packed and ready to head out with a friend driving me to the airport. In twelve hours, I traveled from the Pacific Northwest to Oklahoma City and saw my brother who I hadn’t seen in seven years and my sister who did an amazing job staying with Mom and keeping Matthew and myself in the loop.
Twelve hours. Mom could talk to me some, at least enough to let me know what she wanted. In another twelve hours, she could answer questions better for myself and her doctor. In twelve hours, she went from eating a little jello to finishing it off and asking for a Diet Coke. She enjoyed each sip. In twelve hours, it appeared that Mom was still very weak. She is making headway but will need short-term nursing care in a facility to help her improve and become strong enough to go home.
Twelve hours. In twelve hours, I knew it was okay for me to look into going home. Mom is doing very well, she is cognizant and feisty and able to tell me if she thinks I’m being bossy. She’s doing great! I’ll take her feisty attitude over what I found when I first got to Wichita. Even better she was able to walk herself over to a makeshift hair sink and her friend, Eileen and I were able to wash her hair with real shampoo and conditioner for the first time. And then she walked back to her bed. Granted she is using a walk, but she was twelve hours away from death, it’s going to take her a bit to bounce back from that.
Twelve hours may seem as if it isn’t much time, but so much can happen in twelve hours; including a doctor saving a life. I am so thankful that God was watching over Mom and she is still with us. I will hate leaving her, but I know she is in excellent hands with Bud here.
Have a good weekend.