Grandma Barb has been in the hospital for the last two days. She's very weak and not eating (except for jello). Micole and I spent about 4 hours yesterday and 6 hours today at the hospital with her. I took the entire day off from work today, because I was unable to sleep last night (partially because of mom being sick and partially because Micole snores like a moose).
The doctors seem to think that they can do some things for her that will help restore her energy and her ability to eat. She's resting better today, but at times she seems to have a bit of dementia; she seemed unaware that my sister was in the room (and not at home in Columbus) and she spoke sometimes about seemingly meaningless things ie "your sister found the towels in the kitchen".
On the good side of things she has had two earthbound angels hovering around her. Her friends Sharon and Nola have spent hours at her side giving her ice chips, jello, and comfort. Their support has lessened the burden on the family.
Mom woke today convinced that Micole had given birth to a boy. She asked my father to tell her about the baby boy, but he responded that the baby had not been born yet. She swears it's going to be a boy.
The clock keeps on ticking to 6:30 AM on Thursday morning for inducing labor. I don't think this baby can get here soon enough.
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