Part One: The Telephone Call posted 7/6/2009 10:01:05 PM | 2 kudos what's this?     report abuse tagged: daughter, scare

summerbreeze916

On Monday, June 22nd, my telephone rang at approximately 11:30 p.m. I was still awake at that time, but when my phone rings that late at night, I know it is never good. It was Eric, my daughter's boyfriend of over ten years, calling to inform me that my daughter, Rhonda, was in the hospital. Upon questioning him as to why, he mentioned that her hip started bothering her on Saturday morning. This was the day following her playing outdoors with Sammie, the baby girl she watches a few days during the week. Her pain increased as the day wore on and even got worse on Sunday. She thought perhaps she had just pulled a muscle, so she had my grandson, Neal, pull on her leg. She said she heard a 'pop' and actually started feeling somewhat better. The relief was not to last long. Monday afternoon, she brought my granddaughter, Cassidee, to play in her softball game. By the time the game ended, Rhonda could barely move at all. Thank God, Neal has his driver's license. He managed to get her into the SUV and take her to the hospital in Ishpeming, Michigan.....where they live. The time was just around 7 p.m.

Rhonda's level of tolerance for pain is fairly high. I'll just say that the pain in her hip that evening must have been excruciating. By the time Eric had phoned me, the hospital staff had run blood tests and some other tests as well, and all the tests came back clean. They gave her Morphine and Demerol, and it did not even come close to touching her pain. In fact, she kept throwing up from the medications. The hospital in Ishpeming ended up transferring her by ambulance to the hospital in Marquette, a few towns over. That hospital staff did their own set of tests. The bloodwork again came back negative for any kind of infection. I told Eric to keep me posted. He asked me if I worked the next day, and I told him I did.....but it did not matter at all.....just to keep me posted.

I paced the floors fast and furious that night. There was no sleep at all for me........or for my Rhonda......and very little, I'm sure, for Eric. Eric finally called back at about 4:30 a.m. to let me know that they had just then admitted her into the hospital.

Let me tell you! It is a terrible feeling when you get a phone call saying one of your children is lying in a hospital bed. What is worse is when you are at least 7 hours away from that hospital. I had such an urge to jump in my car in those wee hours of the morning and head to Michigan, but I knew I could not do so. I felt helpless........and hopeless.



To be continued...........

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