Friday, December 28, 2012

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.

Somewhere in the network of children's brains it is written that Christmas Morning must be an early morning, regardless of the amount of sleep acquired.


Keith woke up at 5.

He is a morning person.  Always has been.  But when he goes to bed after 10, getting up at 5 just doesn't seem possible.  Especially for parents who didn't get to bed until after 2.

Because we are that kind of parent.  The kind that waits until the last minute to get everything done, but wants everything to be perfect, so we stay up late, trying to create the magic that is mandatory for Christmas Morning.

We sent him back to bed, and around 6:30 Keith was back.

I was planning on making a delicious breakfast casserole, but wasn't feeling well.  Lack of sleep always makes me feel sick.  Jeffrey told me to stay in bed, and he got up and fixed some bacon, eggs, sausage, pancakes, and orange juice.  A breakfast of champions!  Full well knowing the children would not have a lot of good food that day, we decided they needed a great breakfast.

Finally, at 8 o'clock, the kids had finished eating, and it was present time.

Again, I say, Christmas is so much more fun as a parent than it is as a child.  Watching them tear into their gifts, one at a time, and the delight on their faces was wonderful.  I repeat what Keith said.

"I wish it could be Christmas every day!"

When the kids finished with their gifts, Jeffrey came downstairs with something for me, even though we had agreed to not get each other gifts this year.

A Fender guitar!

I had mentioned I want to learn how to play the guitar, so my sweet hubby bought me one.  I am so excited to learn.  Hopefully in a year I will be able to play a little something.  Right now I am working on the D chord.  :)

The rest of Christmas day was to be as expected.  The kids happily played with their toys, and Jeffrey and I took a nap before the rest of the family came over.  It was very nice.

When evening came, we went to my aunt and uncle's house for the annual Chowder Down.  That may possibly be one of my favorite Christmas Day traditions!  Shortly after we arrived, my dad disappeared.

We were talking with my brother and he mentioned that my grandparents had both fallen down the stairs, and one was in the hospital.  That worried us a lot, so we (my siblings and us) all left.

Evidently Grandpa who is unsteady on his feet since his last stroke (he has had a few) was going up the stairs in their house.  Grandma was behind him, to help steady him.  He stepped up, but missed the stair, and began to fall backwards.  Grandma tried to push him forward, but the angle, and position were wrong, and he fell on top of her.  Grandpa was fine, but not so with Grandma.  Right then the phone rang, and it was one of my aunts calling.  Grandpa told her what happened, and she was able to get the paramedics over.

The paramedics thought both of Grandma's legs were broken and that she would need surgery.  When they actually got to the ER, they learned that her legs are not broken, but she has several fractures in her pelvis.  She will be in the hospital for a few more days while they try to manage her pain, and then she will be placed in a rehab center for a month.

That is what we are hoping, anyway.  The doctors say it looks good because she has so much spunk, and that should help her through it.  Grandpa feels awful, guilt ridden.  It is heart breaking to see them like this.  It put a bit of a downer on all of the magic of Christmas.  But I am comforted by all the family around here.

Yesterday my sister and I decided to go visit Grandma in the hospital.  When we got there, we saw my grandpa just arriving, and two of my aunts.  When we got up to Grandma's room, two of our cousins were already there.  When we left, we saw another aunt arriving.  Because family is tangible love, remember?  And it makes me so happy that there is so much tangible love around Grandma right now.  We give her the strength she needs to pull through this.  And if anyone can, it is my grandma.  She is tough!

And that is her legacy.  Something that she has always taught me.  When times get tough, we just roll up our sleeves, and tackle it.  Fight it head on, and triumph.  She is being a great example of that right now.  Because that is Grandma.

3 comments:

Jenny said...

Ah.

A guitar.

I love it!

I still have my first twelve string guitar (and play it!) and have added an electric guitar and an amp to my musical instrument collection!

I can see you singing with the kids.

You're Grandparents sound like lovely people. I hope things get better for them soon.

And that your fingertips aren't hurt too much!

I'm personally very fond of the C and G chords as well!

Confessions of a PTO Mom said...

Every parent waits until last minute I think. You're not alone!

Everything happens for a reason. Grandpa, grandmas support, your aunt calling ... Providence at hand.

Sue said...

Your poor grandma. =(

But it sounds like it managed to be a fairly merry Christmas all the same, especially since her attitude was so good.

=)

PS. And what about that guitar? Whew!