Wow, what a interesting few weeks it has been. To recap, my grandmother almost died, I am moving in with my mom, and I may soon be a mother of 4!
Okay, to break it down. Almost 2 weeks ago my grandma fell in the house (she lives with my mom). She pushed the life alert, “I’ve fallen and I can’t get up” button and then we took her to the ER. She didn’t have any broken bones, so they sent her home. Well, less than 12 hours later she fell again, she didn’t want to bother anyone so she waited 5 hours before pushing the damn button. When we got to the hospital her blood pressure had dropped to such a low degree and her iron was low. We decided to transfer her to a bigger and better hospital (they didn’t have her on any monitors except for taking her temp and BP every so often). At the bigger and better hospital they found she was bleeding internally and her levels were in the high 3’s (that’s really, really dangerous; 2 can mean death). They put her on various monitors, tried this new, fancy, expensive treatment that stopped the bleeding immediately and now her blood levels (hemocrit, I think it’s called) is better, yet still low. She will need 24/7 care from now on and my mom and I are just not able to do that. So, my mom lives in the same complex as me yet mine is a two-bedroom condo and her is a three-bedroom with a den. I will be moving in with her over the next few weeks until my place is rented so we can combine expenses and save some moolah.
In my nonexistent ‘free time’ I have been packing like a mad woman and I literally have boxes stacked to the ceiling! When I left what I thought was my final message with Korbin’s siblings’ social worker stating that my place is going to be too small and that I will have to pass on this placement. I think I thought I was already okay saying no, but how can you really say no? I know 4 kids is wack-a-doo, but saying, ‘no, sorry, find your own new family’, is really hard for me. So I meet with Korbin’s social worker (to do her monthly check in) and the siblings social worker to have her walk through and see if she can make it work. I’m not going to get my hopes us yet because she could look at the space and run an exception pass her social worker and the answer could be no. That would stink, but I’m leaving this in God’s hands. If it works then great, and if it doesn’t I will likely cry and still be grateful for all that I have.
Well that’s a bulk of the updates for now. I’ll keep y’all posted.
