Tuesday, February 28, 2012

I Hit A Speedbump

                                               Room at the Residence Inn

Every once in a while, life decides to change up the order of things.


My independence ... my empty nest ... was no longer my priority.  I


was called back to duty as full-time mom and caretaker!  You see, my


youngest, who is in college, was still suffering from a torn meniscus that,


although repaired by one of the top surgeons in his field, was continuing


to cause acute discomfort.  Ok... let's be honest.  Although repaired, it


was no better than before.  The surgeon erred on the side of caution


and I will not fault him for that.  However, we needed a solution to my


son's continued pain.  And when I know one of my boys hurt, I dust off


my Crusader Rabbit cape, secure it tightly around my shoulders, and 


assume the position of Number One Protector!  I will willingly drive the


six hours, one way {and would someone tell me why there is always


some form of precipitation when I need to do this??}, to get to 


doctor's appointments.  I will morph into Shirley Maclaine (Terms of


Endearment) when told that it would be three weeks before we can


see the doctor for a consultation... not an appointed surgery.... a


CONSULTATION!  My son was in pain NOW!  And like Shirley Maclaine,


they responded to a mother's frustrations and we got in in a matter


of days.  Surgery was scheduled for the following week and once


again I drove the six hours one way to get there.  Nurse's cap?  Check!


Chef hat?  Check! This time I was armed with recipes for creating home 


cooked meals plus a week's worth of clothes.  Ready to administer all the 


tender loving care as was needed. 




It's hard to see your child lying in bed like a limp noodle but even


harder still when, in two days post surgery, he wakes to a pounding


headache, fever, and nausea.  I'll admit it.. I was scared!  Scared


of complications from surgery.... scared of not knowing who to turn


to... scared of not knowing how to drive to the best hospital in 


Cleveland!  There WAS a hospital a half mile down the road and that is


where I took my son.  I had to trust that this was good enough.  I


don't like giving up control to something that I'm not 100 percent sure


of.  Sitting next to him as he lay on a hospital gurney, attached to 


IV's dripping much needed fluid into his body, hearing the sounds of 


others in as much distress, or more, as my son, I was given the


opportunity to practice patience.  Now someone else was donning that


Crusader Rabbit cape.  It was humbling.  And I thanked God that He


was watching over the both of us and delivered a verdict of severe


bronchitis/sinusitis... not infection from the incision!




He was now on the mend!  Funny, isn't it, to see your grown child


revert back to those things that give them comfort?  The bear 


stayed by his side as it was a gift from his girlfriend and a reminder


that he would soon be back on campus ... be back to the normal state


of things.






And when he requested cake?  Well, there was no doubt in my mind


that I would soon be packing up my bags ready to head back home.


And I did.  He's back at college, clumping around campus with his


crutches, hopefully taking care of his knee as he should be.  And I


am back in my studio with my four-legged child by my side.  And the


Crusader Rabbit cape?  Tucked neatly away in the corner of my 


heart.. always on stand-by for those times when motherhood becomes, 


once again, my number one priority!




Next time I will post one of the recipes I prepared at the Residence Inn.  See you then!!





























2 comments:

  1. Glad he's on the mend Kadee! You are such a wonderful mother.

    Love,
    LuLu~*xoxo

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  2. Bless your heart, LuLu! You're so sweet to say that!!

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