What I am about to telling you would be one of the most scariest moment in my life. It frightening me so hard that I even cried at work and I am very good about holding my expressions in. . . .sometimes. But this was something that I was not ready to deal with nor did I ever thought that something like this could ever happen.
On this particular Tuesday was the day after I had brought my mother home from the hospital. She had 2 slip disc in her spine repaired and aligned with screws so she was still under some influence from the medicine that she was taken. Between my auntie Do and I we were trying to be very careful with her because of the surgery. We were seeing that everything that she would need be in her reach including her cigarettes. (Lord knows that we are trying to get rid of those things.)
I had just got home and went straight to my mother’s room where at that time she was talking to Aunt Do about bar-be-queing. Okay, if that is what she wants to do. No point in robbing her what remaining life pleasures that she can still enjoy. She looks up at me to greet me and asking me to help her getting to the bath. As her child, yes, I protested but I still putting my things down and went into her bathroom to start her water. Once I had her water ready, I helpped her get ready and into the tub.
My mother was conscious and alert when I said to her that I was going to run my things upstairs to my room and come back down. She said okay, so I did exactly what I said. I ran upstairs with my bag and shoes. Threw my shoes in my closet and bag on the side of my bed. Grab my cell phone and Kindle, and headed back down to my mother’s room.
So I was sitting my mother’s room while she was taking a bath. And I hear her having a conversation with herself. I asked her was she okay and she respond with yes. I hear the water moving as she is washing herself.
So I am starting to play my game on the my Kindle when I noticed that she was talking any more. I yelled out to mother “Are you I yelled again “Mom, are you okay in there?” and again I got nothing. So I put the Kindle and go into the bathroom to see my mother passed out in the tub. I catches her head before it goes underwater and she drowns herself.
I did not have time to get emotional. The first thing that came to mind was to let the water out in the tub. That was a stretch for me since I had her head in my right and used my left hand to remove the stopper to let the water out in a long tub. I was able to pull my mother up and get her in a sitting position in the tub where she could not fall over into the water. The water had cleared enough to where I could run to the stairs that lead to the upper floors of the townhouse and scream “Auntie Doreen”!”. I heard auntie saying “Coming, coming!!” as I am running back to my mother in her bathroom. Along the long back I grab a few towels to help pick her up because she is covered in baby oil-like substance that made it hard to grab and lift her out of the tub.
I grab the upper part of my mom’s body while Auntie step into the tub to grab her legs. What pissed me and my Auntie off was that fact that my mother had some much stuff in her bathroom leaving no room to room about in it. But between Auntie and I, we managed to get her out ot the bathroom and into her bed. We then tried to dried her off and put some pjs on her. The interesting part was trying to put her diaper on. Because she was dead weight, it was really difficult to get her to stand up and put on the diaper, let alone pull it up on her. However, the case, Auntie and I got my mother dressed, ready for bed and in bed in a comfortable position.
After making sure that my mother situated, we checked to see if she was still breathing. But let me make this clear that during that time when she was passed she was able to respond to me that is how I understood that she was somewhat still with us.
My Auntie and I had to take a few minutes to collect ourselves after this. About 10 or 15 minutes later I was overwhelmed with emotions as I was telling my girlfriend Sonia what happened. She was shaking that I was. When I went into work and started to tell my lead admin what had happen the previous night before, I broke down in shock and the only thing I could for the rest was finished crying here and there. Again, I was overwhelmed with emotions.
During the rest of that week and into following week I was scared to let my mother take a bath. And she hates taking showers, she feels that she does not get clean in a shower nor can she relaxes in a shower. “Mother! I do not want to you relaxes in a shower! I want you clean.” But eventually I give in and let her have her bath. Why? Because it is her choice in how she wishes to take care of herself.
Weeks after this event, she has twice passed out in the tube where my Auntie and I had to pick her up out of the tube and onto her bed. Recently we learned that she has been having these seizures and because she has been having them for so long that her seizure meds sometimes works.
It has now been a few months since this has happen I can not escape the image of seeing my mother like that. Many things has come to light in regards to my mother's health, and we that she does need 24 hours care because I am now fully aware as to how often she has these seizes and it is frightened to know that there is pretty much nothing you can do because they happening way beyond her control.
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