Not much sewing going on this past week. Instead I have been spending the night in the 5th floor waiting room at Baptist Hospital. My mom had a pretty major surgery last Wednesday and there were lots of unexpected complications. This time last week the doctors and nurses were using phrases like, "I'm just going to be honest with you," and "I don't mean to sound all doom and gloom." Mom was intubated 3 times in 3 days and just got it out yesterday. She was unresponsive and having major issues with her heart rate, blood pressure, and swelling (3rd spacing.) It has been an emotional week. Walking back to the waiting room, down long empty halls after seeing your mom hooked up to tubes and wires and not responding gives you plenty of time to cry out to God. Thankfully our walks back to the waiting room the past couple of days have had a lighter step and they are full of praise. Mom is alert and mostly coherent, well, as you can be on drugs. She is eating ice chips and physical therapy walked her about 10 steps today.
My mom is my inspiration for sewing. She is the reason I sew. We are very different in our styles of creativity. I quilt and make home items, mom does French Heirloom Sewing and clothes mostly, but she can sew ANYTHING! If I have a problem with a pattern or a seam she is the one I go to. She says I have taught her stuff... I highly doubt that. :) I pray that I get to learn a lot more from her too!
