Home sweet home

I have had so many ideas for blogging while I was

blocked from my blog while at Hotel Thibodaux Regional.

Today I have to write though that I am home

and to thank all who made the hospital stay

more bearable. I found out just how patient I am

when it comes to waiting. I guess it comes from spending

the majority of my childhood in hospitals and doctors offices.

It wasn't so bad being there even though I wanted to be

home so bad. What kept me grateful was all the visits

I had from family, wonderful friends, and kids, kids, kids!

It again made me realize what a lucky person I am that

people took time out of their days and nights to be with me

or to send me well wishes or to pray for me.

Thankfully yesterday Dr. Ray was able to take me to surgery

and hopefully fixed the problem that he believes causes me

to have these weird, strange infections

and I have all confidence in the fact that he is the

best urologist out there.

He is not only my doctor, he is my friend and so caring

for me.

As usual, sista Veronica was there, baby girl, and Lil Minta,

thanks guys!

So today I am home and it is lovely.

I am so proud of how my baby girl is growing up to be

someone who I can count on without asking.

When I came home my whole house was cleaned and

she even washed my sheets because she knows

how happy I am when I jump in a bed with freshly washed sheets.

She knows how much I love Downy and all night when I

would wake up I would get a whiff of that scent of love

and I was thankful for my baby girl.

She has to know just how special what she did was.

I couldn't stop praising her enough.

She and I, we had that meltdown a few months ago

and it killed both of us but we both learned a lot

about ourselves and each other through that problem.

We both learned just how special each of us is to the other.

She did so much for me during the 6 days of hospitalization not

to mention how she cared for Mumsie by washing her clothes,

checking on her twice a day and even rode in the ambulance

with Mumsie on Sunday when Mumsie was sick.

Someone told me not long ago that maybe I don't praise baby girl

often enough and I reminded that friend, that in our

home you aren't praised for doing the things that are expected to

be done, the normal things that we are all expected to do to be

a responsible citizen. We praise for the things you do above and beyond

what is expected and my baby girl deserves it this time.

She has stepped up to the plate to take over all aspects of

my responsibilities without having to be asked and

she not only did it but did it to the best of her ability

with a smile on her face.

She laid with me in my hospital bed when I needed it the most

and she washed my sheets with so much Downy

because she knows how much I would love that.

Sorry folks to disappoint you when I say I

have the best daughter in the world.

Don't be jealous, I ain't trading.

Thank you baby girl, for all of it.

You are the bomb!