Exhaustion

It is the word of my life.

Monday night we (dear son and family) dealt with a short stint in the jail system over an old problem issue. Thursday, the DIL went to the hospital. 4cm dialated. I picked up the punkin for an overnight. Friday they told her she was 33 weeks 2 days and they wanted her to stay in the hospital on bed-rest until the twins are born. I came to the hospital to pick up the punkin for another overnight. Dad (son) is a cabbie and works nights, so picked up the wee one in the middle of the night.

Today it looks like there might be respite, Auntie will take the punkin to visit Grandpa and family and they will have an overnight.

DIL is having a really rough time of it all…not happy, not comfortable, not able to do her own research when the docs blow smoke up her skirts trying to convince her to do it their way.

Their house is still in chaos, in process of being unboxed from moving in. I will offer to help if they want it, but…..dont know if they want that.

Wishing I had a whole pot of money to just pay for it all to happen right for them….but I only live paycheck to paycheck.

I’m tired. I do not know what will come up next. I know I wil manage to figure it out…..add to the balance that most of this is not “my” stuff….and that means I do not have control (not that they have much).

Sheesh.

Please everyone think healthy twins, soon.

~ by Cris on March 10, 2007.