Hey, book fam. I apologize for not being around as much recently. The last few months have been easily the most challenging my family has faced together.
In November, just a couple days before Thanksgiving, my mom, my husband, and I all got Covid. Matt and I were pretty sick for a couple weeks, but then we started to get better. My mom did not. After days of being unable to keep anything down and in a tremendous amount of pain, my dad took her to the hospital.
On November 28th, she was admitted to the hospital where she received not only the Covid-19 diagnosis but one of bacterial pneumonia as well. It started with being on oxygen, receiving IV fluids because she was severely dehydrated, and monitoring her…but her oxygen kept dropping. Finally, her oxygen level had dropped to 20% and they had no choice but to intubate her. I’ll forever be haunted by the phone call I received the morning she was put on the vent. She wanted to call and tell me she loved me and that Dad told her everything was going to be okay. She was struggling so hard to breathe that I could barely understand her, but I told her I loved her and that Dad was right; everything would be okay. As soon as I hung up, I broke down sobbing, unsure if I’d be speaking to my mom again.
She was under sedation for three weeks until they put her on the trach. I can’t really tell you the emotional turmoil my dad and I felt during these three weeks. It was a constant up and down; we’d get good news, and then it’d be two steps back and we’re being told we may need to think about preparing ourselves for the worst. But we refused to give up hope. We kept trusting that God would see her through it, no matter how frightened we felt. And praise God, that’s exactly what happened.
To kind of sum the rest up to this point, she was taken off the ventilator and then on the trach for a little while (the timeframe there is a little fuzzy, so I’m not entirely sure how long she was on it) and then moved from the specialty hospital to a rehab hospital, where she’s been for the last almost two and a half weeks. She’s incredibly weak and is having some memory issues. They have her in physical and speech therapy and a recent MRI has shown that she had a minor stroke. We’re not sure when she’ll be able to come home, but she’s making some progress and I’m so incredibly thankful for all of the prayer and well wishes she’s been receiving.
All this to say, obviously I’ve been a bit preoccupied for the last few months. I know I’m behind on reviews and I haven’t been as active as I wanted to be, but I’ll do my best to get back at it when I’m able to.
Thank you for your patience and for sticking around despite my silence <3
If you’d like to keep updated on my mom’s health progress, please feel free to follow the Facebook page I made here: Praying Mitzi Through