Sunday, March 27, 2011


Today was a difficult day. My dad called at 7:30 and said my mom was having labored breathing and had become unresponsive. I immediately started getting ready to go see her when he called back and said to hurry because the doctor was going to intubate her and I needed to be by her side. The doctor hadn't minced his words, "If we don't intubate her, she will die within 24 hours." The tears started to flow. I wasn't prepared for this yet! She was at home last week and I sat in her living room chatting with her, hopeful about her recovery?! Now this? I knew she had gone into the hospital with a fever late Thursday night, but her doctors thought antibiotics would help her and she would be home soon. All I could say was, "No, no, no" and "Jesus, help!"

After our friends came and graciously took our kids, Mike and I sped to the hospital where I met my dad and my aunt. The outlook was grim. My mom had MRSA, a resistant form of staph. She was septic and unresponsive. The tears flowed freely. My heart was breaking. My mom had taken a turn for the worse and it had taken us all by surprise.

Soon her nurse came out and said that my mom spiked a fever of 105 degrees. They had given her tylenol and placed cold wash cloths all over her to bring it down. She made no mistake that things were critical and that we should call in family. More tears. More praying. More hugging.

Family and friends arrived and we filled up a waiting room. Food was provided and we ate. And we waited. And we talked. And we waited. And we prayed. And finally the nurse came in and said her fever was coming down. It was 103.2. Then it was 101.7. We could suit up in gowns and gloves and go in to see her.

It was so difficult to see her like she was today. Feverish. Unresponsive. But I stroked her arms and her head and told her how much I loved her. I prayed for her. And I told her how much the girls and Lucas love her. It was a difficult time.

I am home now, and mom is resting. Her body is fighting so hard to get rid of this serious infection. My eyes are bloodshot from all the tears today, but I am thankful that she is still here. I wasn't sure that she would still be with us after this morning's rough start. Tomorrow I will go back to the hospital after a good night's sleep. And I will continue to pray and wait and tell my mom how much I love her.

"The Lord is close to the brokenhearted, and he saves those who are crushed in spirit."
Psalm 34:18


Jemma Stemmons said...

My heart breaks for you! I'm praying, on my knees for your mom and for you, sweet friend!

Heather said...

Praying for your mom, you and your entire family.
"The people who trust the Lord will become strong again. They will rise up as an eagle in the sky; they will run and not need rest; they will walk and not become tired."
Your mom is a fighter, I don't even know her personally but following this tough journey through your words just amazes me at the kind of woman she must be and the faith she must have. Keep fighting with her!

Heather said...

sorry...Isaiah 40:31

Laura said...

Emily...your words are sincere and so touching after your long, hard day today. I have been praying all day for your mom and your family. Today in church the choir sang an amazing anthem....It was beautiful and was focused around Isaiah 40:31 and has been in my mind all day when praying for you all. Love and prayers to you!

affectioknit said...

Oh no...that is so hard...we're praying for you and your family...

About Me said...

Crying with you Emily. Love you.

Maria Rose said...

I am praying for your mother that she feels surrounded by love and I am praying that your family feels comfort and strength.