Rebecca has experienced minor intestinal movement in the last few hours. A small but significant victory. And we are thankful. She is living off about a third of her nutritional needs for 7 days now, but without inflaming her liver more, we have no other options at this time. We pray her body will begin to accept full intestinal feeds through her tube with minimal pain very soon.
I expected to be out of the hospital by Spring Break.
In case you were wanting a profound life lesson, never set expectations. NEVER.
I wanted to be home with all my children when the boys were off school where we could relax, heal and recover as a family. This will be the boys’ last school break until the second week of June.
My mind decided we were going home, but Rebecca’s body had other plans….
I threw myself a stupendously grand pity party last weekend for about 3 and a half minutes. I wanted it to be a whole lot longer than 3 and a half minutes, a WHOLE LOT LONGER. But in the middle of my rant to Brian, my husband had the audacity to interrupt me and remind me of all the good things that happened that day???!!!
You know, kind of like my unexpected miracles.
And I wanted to hurt this man I was eternally bound to. Seriously hurt him. And if he was not twice my size and we were not in the middle of the hospital hallway, I might have actually attempted something very, very bad like a throat punch or something…..Did I just write that?
I thought, of all the people in the world, did I not deserve to rant more than 3 and a half full minutes? But alas, the thought of getting arrested by the two correction facility officers standing in front of a sick inmate’s hospital room a few doors down from me, deterred me from being rash. Besides, orange is definitely not my color. Once I calmed my not-so-Christian thoughts about this man I pledged to cherish for life, I realized Brian was ultimately correct (don’t tell him I said that).
The hard truth of the matter was, the Taylor family was going to be in this hospital over Spring Break whether we liked it or not. I might as well start finding good in this undesirable situation.
In preparing for a better attitude, the first thing I asked myself was, in my history of Spring Breaks, how different could this Spring Break possibly be? So, I made a list comparing my college-era Spring Break to my hospital-era Spring Break and surprisingly found both involved:
- A severe lack of sleep. These similarities are emulated to the point where people keep interrupting your sleep, rotating in and out of your room all night long. Based upon medical/social schedules.
- Certain people surrounding you who may or may not be in all their right senses – aka my daughter on drugs/spring breakers on who knows what?
- Lodging in an overly small room with sheets and bedding that are not your own while sharing a minuscule bathroom with other women vying for tiny counter-top space.
- Eating take-out food for every meal. Come to think of it, the take-out food my friends bring me in the hospital now is far better than what I filled myself with in college…
- Entertaining large groups of people at one time from the overly small lodging room. We have crammed 16 people in our hospital room at once during this stay and my college days were no different.
- Enjoying different views. It is not everyday someone gets the pleasure of viewing ‘University Hos i al‘ (that is not a typo – the “p” and “t” in the large sign do not work) in broken lights across our hospital room window. Something about a hospital attempting to fix broken bodies but not fixing the broken lights on its main sign (for years) exudes great confidence in an establishment…. Sure, a Spring Break view can be more aesthetically pleasing, but I guarantee it never produced as much humor as our broken-lighted sign.
The list goes on (actually, it pretty much stops there), but you get the picture. Back in the day we thought our Spring Break experience growing up was AMAZING (we probably used that word a million times to emphasize how AMAZING our experience was). We built life-long memories we now look fondly upon. So, with that concept in mind, the Taylor Family decided to go forth and form our own AMAZING Spring Break memories from University Hospital.
This included a t-shirt.
Because everyone knows that every AMAZING Spring Break experience has to have a commemorative t-shirt. We made “Spring Break 2019 – University Hospital” t-shirts to wear and be distributed to visitors this week in the hospital. We also added a few memorable quotes from this hospital stay (most of my memorable quotes were banned as Rebecca informed me they were not appropriate. Quotes like, “What do you mean medical school doesn’t teach math??” a statement I repeated many times after correcting my third resident in 24 hours on massive dosing mistakes. My daughter on drugs is a far wiser human than I am as she reminded me these same residents are still immensely involved in her medical care and might possibly be offended by seeing that quote paraded down the halls of this hospital, immortalized on the back of a t-shirt.
So here is to your own AMAZING Spring Break, wherever you find yourself. Grow where you are planted. Enjoy this moment, from this particular location, and this particular view. Right now. This is your life. Your very own unexpected miracle.
Thank you Lord.
Love to each and every one of you,