Welcome back to #TellAMemoryTuesday. Today I continue the story of our first week in our house in Plainfield, New Jersey. Part 1 can be found HERE. Part 2 can be found HERE. Throughout that time, God provided dear friends who showed great love and care for us. They were a balm for this exhausted young mother.
As I mentioned last week, more things happened after I got home from the hospital that evening…
Exhausted but More Problems
By the time I got home that night and put the kids to bed I was really tired. Then when I called Steve’s parents to let them know what happened, his dad answered. He didn’t even know who I was at first. It took awhile to make him understand.
Then I called my parents and because of my dad’s job they weren’t able to come up and help us, which was discouraging. Both sets of parents lived in Florida.
After making my phone calls, the toilet overflowed upstairs and down into the kitchen. When I finally got that cleaned up and was ready to drop into bed, exhausted, I went to check on the girls.
Sickness in the House
Little Jamie had gotten sick and thrown up all over her bed and was sleeping in it. So, I cleaned her up and put a towel on one side of my bed for her to sleep on in case it happened again. I don’t remember much about how I felt because I was so busy taking care of things.
[bctt tweet=”With all the problems in the house, my husband in the hospital, my parents not being able to come, and a sick child, I felt pretty alone and helpless. Finally, I was able to get some sleep.” username=”GaylWright”]
By the next day Sara got sick, too. We had such kind church friends who came to help me do some things at the house, and others took care of the girls so I could go visit Steve.
Then the inevitable happened. I got sick, too, so there was one day I couldn’t go visit him. Thankfully it was just a 24 hour stomach bug. During the day our friends were very helpful and I appreciated it so much. But then the night would come and I was alone with my two little girls.
Exhausted and Scared
This may have happened that day or it might have been one of the other days that week. After a day of visiting Steve at the hospital, I was in the elevator getting ready to go to my car in the parking garage. I had already taken the keys out of my purse so as to have them ready.
[bctt tweet=”Then I noticed out of the corner of my eye that the two guys in the elevator with me were sort of pointing at me and talking.” username=”GaylWright”]
That made me a little nervous. Since I had a bad feeling about what their intentions were, I put my keys back into my purse. Instead of leaving right away, I went to visit the hospital gift store. I stayed there for quite a while, hoping I would not see them again.
It was still a very nervous young mama who finally went to her car. But no one was there, and I made it safely home.
[bctt tweet=”That week exhausted me, but God was watching over, protecting and giving me rest.” username=”GaylWright”]
Can you remember a time in your life when you felt exhausted and/or overwhelmed? Did you have any help or were you on your own? I’d love to hear any of your memories if you’d like to leave a comment.
There is more…. Click HERE for the conclusion of our first week in Plainfield, New Jersey.