The short of it is that Jack had what we thought was the stomach bug. But after watching our child writhe in pain most of Tuesday night, we trekked over to Children's Hospital of Atlanta only to discover it was not the stomach virus.
Appendicitis.
As Jack is getting prepped for surgery, I
And his mom wants to come "help".
Apparently when I am faced with an emergency I deal with it by having a moment of
Because, aside from the fact that my MIL hates me with a passive-aggressive passion, every little thing about her drives me batty. And, believe me, she is no help.
She's help in the sense that I can leave some (not all) of my children with her with the assurance that they will be alive when I return, although their mental state may be slightly unstable.
But that's it.
Is it help when someone comes to your house only to leave all kinds of crap lying around for your one year old and dog to get into? Because, Lord know, when you're child is in the hospital, I have plenty of time to clean up all the crap you had to bring with you to my house.
Here's just a snippet of her version of "help".
Me: Grandmother, Alex really needed to run into the office for a few hours today. Would you mind going over to the hospital and sitting with Jack so that Alex can work? I know Jack would love to see you and Alex really needs to go into the office.
Her: Sure, I'll do that.
Me: Great. You know where the hospital is? Good. I know that Alex is anxious to run to the office for a few hours. It's the first day of the fiscal year and very busy for him. (See how I'm stressing this?)
Alex (an hour later): Where's my mom?
Me: She left over an hour ago...you mean she's not there yet?
Anyone care to take a guess as to where she was??
No, not stranded on the side of the road.
No, not so distraught over the thought of her little grandson lying in a hospital bed that she couldn't drive and had to pull over.
She STOPPED FOR LUNCH!!
Yes, you read that right.
The crazy thing is that I knew this would happen. Because it does every time she "helps".
This is why I ban her from our state whenever I have a baby. I can't take it.
However, apparently in an emergency situation, I deal with it by going insane. And now, since she's on her way to the hospital as I write this, I have to face the consequences of my choices.
Pray for me, friends. And pray for her...she's dangerously close to coming to bodily harm.
This has been part of MamaKat's Writer's Workshop.
**In all seriousness now; Jack is doing well. He's recovering very nicely and is going to be heading home today. We are thankful we caught it in time and the procedure was able to be done laparoscopically, which is a faster, easier recovery.**
14 comments:
She sounds like a great lady:) My mother in law and I don't have the greatest relationship either...I completely understand the whole you can leave the kiddos with her and they will come back alive...but maybe slightly unstable!
First, OMG!!! Glad Jack is okay. Second, you and I have the SAME MIL! Good gravy, I've had to ban her every time I've had child too.
wow you are so lucky to have such a great "helper" :)
glad Jack is recovering
So glad to hear that Jack is OK. How scary! And new technology is absolutely amazing. I'm so glad so many surgeries aren't what they used to be.
I adored my MIL so I can't really understand your pain, but selfish people in general really tick me off.
So glad Jack is doing better but not that it took surgery to do it. Crazy thing is this is the 2nd blog in as many days dealing with children & their appendix. And I had a pretty good relationship with my ex MIL until she wrote me a letter (a letter - not a phone call...a freakin' letter!)telling me how selfish I was because I moved for my job. Yeah, haven't really spoken since.
Lovely. Sounds like my MIL. Somehow, though, the whole situation would have been my fault and it all would have transpired because I hate her and can't help but show it - according to her.
Glad Jack is out of the woods! I hear by command that you have a gin & tonic when you all get home and settled. It's like, medicine and stuff.
Crazy! Stopped for lunch on the way to the hospital? What a woman! ;)
Ahh...Mom-in-laws....life's little icing...
OMG. That is unbelievable. My in-laws "help" like that a lot. Drive me batty!!
I'm so glad he's okay.
I keep forgetting to "follow" this blog and I couldn't find it when searching for it, so I went back thru my comments until I found one with a link over here. LOL
I've learned not to update Facebook first because it makes my mom mad.
And thank you for choosing this prompt. I came up with it and I'm kind of excited that Mama Kat used it.
So glad he's ok.
And, without giving too much away, let me just tell you that I completely understand where you are coming from.
Awww...I'm so glad your little guy is doing good!!!
As for the MIL. I feel your pain!!!! I too have an unbearable MIL who drives me insane by her seemingly clueless decisions. Hang in there :O)
Emily, I hear ya!
I hope Jack feels better soon.
I have two MIL's. One (the real biological one) is awesome but lives across the country. Figures. The other one lives about 30 minutes away and I see her less than the awesome one...for a reason! I could go on for pages and pages. Best of luck with your little one.
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