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A rock and a hard hard place

March 29, 2013

I write sometimes for an American website called Mothering in the Middle about being a ‘midlife’ (older) mother … but today the term ‘mothering in the middle’ has taken on a whole new perspective.

Hope is still very poorly … too many white blood cells in her urine, temperature going up and down like a yo yo, fighting like a small Tasmanian devil every time anyone (me or hospital staff) come near her with a spoon or syringe of medicine, waiting for the results of the ‘sensitivities’ test on the cultures grown to see if they need to change from the hated Augmentin (antibiotic) to something else … she’s tired, I’m exhausted and all in all this very long week has taken its toll on us both!

This however pales into insignificance beside what her father and his wider family have been going through. Hope’s paternal Granny has been in hospital since Christmas and is now terribly terribly ill. We were going to go down and see her the other day but Hope was showing signs of not feeling herself and then the snow came and we all judged it better that we stayed here, then Granny got sicker, just at the same time as Hope got sick … this week has been a very hard week with Hope but against the backdrop of her Grandmother (in a hospital 3 hours away) slowly drifting away. Yesterday I asked Hope’s doctors if she was ok to travel and we had decided to head down today so I could see her but then her father phoned and said that the ward she’s on has now got the norovirus and that it wasn’t right to take Hope down there incase any of us pick up a bug and pass it on to her.

So, I sit here wishing I could be down there to see Granny, and to be some support to Hope’s father but instead up here looking after our small person.

It probably isn’t fair on Hope to like being with her to being with a ‘rock’, but you know what I mean … poor Roy has been worrying about Hope and suffering the deepest kind of sadness possible sitting beside his mother in a quiet hospital side room.

Too many tears have been shed already this week, this Good Friday doesn’t feel so good … but we did spend a happy peaceful hour this morning at the Salvation Army hot cross bun morning reflecting on the real meaning of this day and many prayers were offered up for both Hope and her Grandmother … and her father and her aunties, siblings and cousins.

5 Comments leave one →
  1. March 29, 2013 4:05 pm

    Hugs and much love to you all. T xxx

  2. March 29, 2013 4:26 pm

    chin up Ellie. sending hugs. xxx

  3. March 29, 2013 8:19 pm

    So sorry you have had such a hard & worrying week…….hope things improve soon. I only make it to church 2/3 times a year but I am going fo the Easter Saturday candlelight service tomorrow evening at my local church ….will send you some extra prayers x

  4. Roger Darlington permalink
    April 1, 2013 8:54 am

    Just checked in on your blog after a month travelling abroad and so sorry to hear of Hope’s illness. Please give her a hug from Uncle Roger.

  5. April 1, 2013 12:36 pm

    Thanks all … she’s slowly on the mend … still has a temperature which the medicine mask … we’ve had easy go with the medicine otherwise all a bit of a palava … having said that she’s her usual stoic cheerful self most of the time …

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