an earlier post). We were walking down the hallway toward her room, faces drawn and serious. We'd just finished giving the kids a firm lecture about behaving themselves in the hospital room. Aaron walked ahead, carrying Sophie. Gabe and Olivia walked after him, and I brought up the rear (as usual).It was Aaron's grandma's second to last day on earth. We'd heard she wasn't going to live through the night. We rushed to the hospital to say goodbye (I shared the serious part of this story in
A nurse in pink hurried past Aaron and dashed up to me.
"I've got you," she said. "We've been waiting."
My first thought was, Oh no, things are worse with Grandma than we thought.
She took my elbow and massaged my lower back.
I thought, Wow, things must be really bad....
"How are you feeling?" she asked as we walked side-by-side.
Boy, the nursing staff at this hospital is so incredibly caring. I've never experienced anything like this!
Then it dawned on me. "Oh, uh, I'm not who you're waiting for. I'm not here for me. We're here to visit someone."
The nurse dropped my elbow. "Oh, you're not--" She pointed at my belly.
The maternity ward was right around the corner from Grandma's hospital room. All the nurse saw a pregnant woman walking in the direction of the delivery room with a pained expression on her face. She zeroed in.
"Don't worry," I told her, patting her arm. "I'll hopefully be back in a couple months and then you can take care of me."
We took time to giggle about it. Okay, giggle is an understatement. I was crying with laughter. Twenty steps down the hall from my grandmother-in-law's hospital room and I wondered if I'd ever stop laughing.
It reminded me how weird life can be. One minute you're sobbing, the next you're laughing. You never know what a day will hold.
I'm thankful for that laughter, because I think we went into that hospital room with higher spirits, ready to feel less grief and more hope. If you read the other post, you know what a blessing that evening with Aaron's grandma was. More than we could have asked or imagined.
So, I'm grateful for the laughter through the tears, and for the unpredictability -- the quirkiness -- of life.
P.S. Thank you so much for all your sweet and comforting words after my last post! We appreciate all your thoughts and prayers so much. *hugs*