Post by Annette on Apr 7, 2008 4:09:45 GMT -5
The day before the morning my mother died, I went to see her in her hospital room and found her alone, calling out to anyone who might listen. She had a large gash on her forearm, incurred while thrashing about in excrutiating pain. I was unbelievably hurt and angry at the nurses for not seeing to her needs. I told them to give her something to stop the pain, because her high blood pressure could kill her, but they told me they were afraid to give her anything because they had no doctor's approval. I begged them to please hurry up and get a doctor's approval to give her something to end her pain.
As I waited and hoped for the doctor's approval, I stood holding Mom's hand and doing what I could to try to console and help her get through this awful moment. She continued to call out; only now she called for her Momma. She would call her Momma and run her beautiful long fingers through the back of my hair. I gently put my hands and arms under her shoulders and held her very close to me and told her I loved her and she replied in a weak whisper "I love you, too".
Soon, they came to move her to a different room where I watched in horror as my precious Mom collapsed while the nurses held her up between them in an attempt to place her in her new bed. I knew something was very wrong and said so. I stepped from the room and began to cry uncontrollably. I never saw my Mom conscious after that moment and I will never forget seeing her standing there between the nurses as her eyes glazed over and her head fell back and she collapsed.
That evening and into the next morning in ICU, my sister, Carlene and I sat with our Mom. Our brother, Clark stood at the foot of the bed and would come around to kiss mother's forehead and tell her he loved her. Carlene and I held her hand and said our last words to her; hoping the words would get through to her in her unconscious state. That morning, they took my mom off life support and we sat with her through her last moments of life here on earth. As painful as it was to experience these last moments, I feel somehow blessed to have been there with her as she passed from this life.
Even though I knew her passing was the end of her suffering, I did not want to let go of my Mother. She had lived her entire life caring for and loving her children.
As I waited and hoped for the doctor's approval, I stood holding Mom's hand and doing what I could to try to console and help her get through this awful moment. She continued to call out; only now she called for her Momma. She would call her Momma and run her beautiful long fingers through the back of my hair. I gently put my hands and arms under her shoulders and held her very close to me and told her I loved her and she replied in a weak whisper "I love you, too".
Soon, they came to move her to a different room where I watched in horror as my precious Mom collapsed while the nurses held her up between them in an attempt to place her in her new bed. I knew something was very wrong and said so. I stepped from the room and began to cry uncontrollably. I never saw my Mom conscious after that moment and I will never forget seeing her standing there between the nurses as her eyes glazed over and her head fell back and she collapsed.
That evening and into the next morning in ICU, my sister, Carlene and I sat with our Mom. Our brother, Clark stood at the foot of the bed and would come around to kiss mother's forehead and tell her he loved her. Carlene and I held her hand and said our last words to her; hoping the words would get through to her in her unconscious state. That morning, they took my mom off life support and we sat with her through her last moments of life here on earth. As painful as it was to experience these last moments, I feel somehow blessed to have been there with her as she passed from this life.
Even though I knew her passing was the end of her suffering, I did not want to let go of my Mother. She had lived her entire life caring for and loving her children.