Last week, Travis and I received a 4:30 am phone call. Since Carey and Brandy are due to deliver any minute we presumed that it was to announce a trip to the delivery room. Wrong.
Mother had gotten up around 2:00 am to use the bathroom, became disoriented, and fell. She tried to get back into bed but was unable to muster enough strength. She scooted around on her bottom for a while, dragging her 900 pound bedspread off the bed to the floor where she fashioned herself a nest of sorts....and there she waited. Two and a half hours to be exact - because she didn't want to wake us up too early. Hello??
When we arrived, Mother was in her nest sporting two of the largest black eyes you have ever seen. There is evidence in the bedroom that she fell twice - once breaking her leg and ankle, and the other hitting her nose. We are SO fortunate that she did not have any internal bleeding from the Coumadin she takes daily.
Surgery has repaired the broken bones in her leg and foot. She is in a cast with strict instructions to stay off the leg for 6 weeks. This isn't going to be easy for a woman who spends her days puttering in her flowerbeds.
Our family is strong and we will get through this but the next few months are going to be rough.