My poor grandma fell on Sunday and broke her hip. I've always wondered while living next door if something like this would happen.
We were going to go to church with them on Sunday. (Matt had to work.) I went out to the car and Grandpa came out of his garage with the saddest face and voice I have ever heard from a grandpa. "Grandma fell and I can't lift her up." I dropped the million bags I was carrying, set the kids down and went into their garage. There she was laying awkwardly on the cement ground. Uggh. What should I do? I first went to go see if I could lift her up, but after barely lifting her, she yelled out in pain. I wasn't going to even try. I didn't want to mess things up further. So I called 911 for the second time in my life. (for the first, there was a fire in my neighbor's backyard when I was in high school)
So I tried to make her comfortable until the paramedics got there. I was worried about traumatizing Madeline. (She has a personality that does better with some preparation. I always try to walk her through things that will happen say at the dentist or doctor, etc.) No prep here... I shoved the kids inside the house while the sirens sounded. They came, and took her to the hospital. My grandpa seemed shaken up. I went into the house and Madeline started to cry. I thought, great, how should I best explain this. She said, "I wanted to go to church with Grandma!" She actually wasn't phased at all. She asked questions all day long, drew her a picture, I explained it was her HIP, not her head (she had been telling people she broke her head...) Sometimes I wish I could exhibit more traits of children... (not the tantrums...you know what I mean) :)
Well Grandma is recovering from surgery and will probably have to spend a awhile in a rehabilitation center. Poor thing. We are a little sad. We will miss her next door. Grandma and Madeline had grand plans for lots of walks and games before we leave in a few weeks. It really has been a blessing for us to live so close. The first thing Madeline says in the morning is, "Can I go to Grandma Anglesey's house?"
I keep replaying the scene in my mind. It was so sad and eerie. Part of it was I was the one there who needed to figure out what to do. I don't know how Matt works in the hospital all the time. I'm glad he does because he's really good at it. I'm not looking forward to getting old either...
Get better soon, Grandma! We love you!