My grandparents, Cloid and Pat (my mom's parents), were down visiting family in Nevada and on the evening of January 25th, my grandfather fell and broke his hip. He is 84 years old and is considered to be in poor health due to blockages in his heart, diabetes, and a host of other issues. Anyhow, he was flown back to Washington on Tuesday and admitted to a hospital here in the Tri-Cities. I won't get into all the details, but he finally underwent hip surgery on Friday, January 29th. We were told the surgery was VERY risky as his heart was very weak, but he's a fighter and our family had faith in him. He shocked all the doctors and sailed through surgery with flying colors! The next day, things took a turn for the worse, we were told his heart had been placed under a lot of stress and "it could go either way." He appeared to be entering the first stages of organ failure and we would just have to wait it out and see if he could fight his way back. Our family held vigil by his bedside, prayed, and talked to him all through the day on Saturday. He again shocked us all and started talking and was back with us on Sunday. By all accounts, God answered our prayers. It was a miracle. He has worked very hard and as of today, he is being transferred to the inpatient rehab unit at the hospital where he will undergo extensive, daily therapy to try and regain some of his strength and hopefully get out of the hospital. All in all, as of today, he is stable and fighting to regain his mobility and get home!
Just when we thought we had weathered our family crisis and were on our way to getting things back to normal, we were hit again. On Friday, February 5th my parents received a phone call from my grandmothers caretaker - this time it was regarding my dad's mom, Dorothy. Apparently my grandmother had fallen and hit her head and when the caretaker founder her, she was laying in a pool of blood, in her bed. The paramedics were called and she was transported to yet a different area hospital (we now have two family members, at two different hospitals). They ended up admitting her as she was suffering from a very bad urinary tract infection and she has congestive heart failure. We were told that she was going to be watched and treated for the infection and the plan was for her to be released today. At about 6am this morning, my parents received a phone call that her heart had stopped. She is now on life support and this prognosis is not good. The next 24 hours are in God's hands.
Through all of this, the babies are holding strong inside mommy, which is where I need them to stay. At our last appointment (32 1/2 weeks), Morgan weighed approximately 4lbs, 14oz and Sydney weighed approximately 4lbs, 4oz. My blood pressure was holding low and stable - thank goodness! And they passed their non-stress test with flying colors. I am supposed to go back to the doctor tomorrow, but given today's turn of events, the appointment may need to be postponed.
Sorry again for the delay in posting, if I could ask....please keep my family in your prayers. We could really use them right now.
Oh....I almost forgot in the midst of all this mayhem....Steve and I celebrated our 1st Anniversary yesterday! We have had a wonderful first year together and I know for sure, without him, I couldn't get through all of this. He truly is my best friend, he gives me strength and courage, and I love him so much. I know he is going to be an amazing father!!