They used to play this little game. I think it began when Erik was in college. As he would pull out of the driveway, he would roll his window down and yell to his mom, "Bye, I love you." And, she would yell back, "Bye, I love you." He'd back his car out a few feet and once again yell, "Bye, I love you." And, she would respond, "Bye, I love you." They would continue this until Erik was finally out of earshot. Many times I have been in the passenger seat while this sweet little game was played out between the two of them, and often her end was yelled out between tears. She loves her boys.
Well, not this past weekend, but the weekend before, Erik once again played this game with his mom as he slowly backed out of her hospital room. When he finally made his way out of her room, he stuck his head back in for a few more surprise, "Bye, I love you's." She responded to every one her sweet voice echoing his. Erik and I were both teary when we got on the elevator that evening.
Right now Erik is driving those familiar highways to New Orleans in hopes that he will make it there in time to say those words to his mother one more time. And, maybe Lord willing, that he will be able to say them over and over and over again to her over the coming years. But, all that is uncertain at the moment.
Late yesterday evening after we had driven home from a weekend in New Orleans, Pop called us to let us know that Erik's mom's oxygen sats were not staying up even with oxygen on her. Then, a bit later we got a call that her blood pressure was down. Then, another call saying it had gone back up. Then, another call saying that her respirations were 28/min, and they were admitting her to ICU. Then, another call saying that her blood pressure was 89/30. Then, another call saying that they were intubating her, putting her on a respirator, and putting in a central line and giving her vasopressors. Whew, it was a night, a night none of us will forget. Then, late this morning brought us word that they were going to have to dialyze her. So, that is where we are right now. We covet your prayers.
If you are reading this Monday afternoon, please, please, please pray that Erik makes it to the hospital before anything happens.
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Erin, I am praying for your sweet mother-in-law, your husband, and your entire family! May God give ya'll strength and peace (and I'd say love, but it is apparent ya'll already have that in GREAT abundance) :-) With continued thoughts and prayers, Jenna
Erin, I just heard the news that Retia went to be with her Savior this afternoon. Your entire family has been and will continue to be in my prayers. I am a friend of Jen's and that is how I began reading your blog. I will be praying for wisdom and strength for you both as you explain this tremendous loss to your little ones. Praise God that we can be certain she is whole again and in the loving arms of Jesus.
Praying for your family, and especially your husband as he travels.
Praying for all of you!
Praying that the Lord heard your/ours prayers and that Eric will hear those words again this side of heaven...and for years to come.
I am praying! Sunshine
Oh wow, so sorry to hear from the comments that the outcome was not as expected. I am praying for you and your family.
Oh Erin, I am so sorry for your family's great loss. My heart breaks for you all. I want you to know that we love you, Erik, and your four precious boys and we are praying for all of you.
I will lift up my eyes to the mountains; From where shall my help come? My help comes from the Lord, Who made heaven and earth. Psalm 121:1
Love you!
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