Today has been a seriously bad day. And yes, I'm aware that I was complaining in my last post as well, so I'm sorry for all the recent negativity. But to be fair, today sucks.
First, and most importantly, my grandma was hospitalized this morning after having a stroke. I'm only just now able to post about this because prior to a couple hours ago, I spent the majority of the day crying. Thankfully the EKG, CT scan and ultrasounds all showed that there is no lasting damage, and she's gone from being disoriented and confused to being her normal self. Or at least as normal as you can be after having a stroke only hours prior.
I am so thankful that she's OK. My grandma and I are very close, much more like a mother and daughter than your typical grandparent relationship, and she means the world to me. She's by far one of the most formative figures in my life, both as a child and now as an adult, and while I sometimes playfully taunt her for her spunky ways, she's an inspiration to us all. She's the strongest woman I've ever met, having lost her first husband at just 19 years old in a tragic car accident, being left to raise their two-year-old daughter (my mom) on her own. She's survived many tragedies, some of which I will not write about here, and yet reemerged from them unscathed. I adore her. The fact that I couldn't be with her today and the thought of her scared and undergoing testing had me hysterical all day long.
This has been a bad week for grandparents all around, as D's grandpa (who turned 100 in March as you'll remember) was admitted to the hospital Thursday, more or less incoherent. While we've been expecting it more or less for a while now, seeing as how he's 100, it's still horribly sad to think of losing a family member, particularly in relation to A. I'm just so glad she got to meet him at all :) We're so lucky. Please keep both in your prayers, if you don't mind.
Other reasons today sucked?
-A's been in a HORRID mood. Like, Satan's baby. Hopefully it's teeth, and not her newfound take on life.
-A pulled over the baker's rack while sitting in her high chair today. While I'm infinitely thankful that it didn't get near her, it landed on my hand and arm, which are now swollen beyond belief. At the risk of sounding like a drama queen, there was a good five minutes there where I felt certain it must be broken. It's not. Hurts like hell, though.
-I just pumped, like I do about 50% of the time after A goes to bed. Then, in a great display of clumsiness, I tripped in the kitchen and spilled 4 ounces of milk (!!!!). FOUR OUNCES OF BREASTMILK. WASTED.
And on that note, it's quite possibly time for me to go to bed. Tomorrow's a new day, right???