I will survive!!!

Monday, October 13, 2008

A little bit of catching up to do....

Saturday I shot another wedding at Callenwolde Fine Arts Center. It was a memorable one for quite a few reasons, but the standout moment was the fainting bridesmaid. This was a first for me and I saw her start to go, but couldn't get to her. I felt my heart stop for that brief moment that she fell to the floor. In a way I'm glad to have experienced that, even from a photographer's side, just to know that things happen, life happens and we move on, and that's just how it is. In addition, it was a very lovely wedding and I got to see one of my Bridesmaid's dress choices in action and got to eat some super yummy carrot cake.

Sunday brought catching up on house errands before we left to meet up with friends for dinner and theatre. We had dinner at Figo with the Clements', Steve, Julie, and Carrie. We then headed over to the Fox (and met up with Sam) to see one of my favorite musicals, Wicked. It was AWESOME!!!!! I love that show and it's the second time I've seen it.

When we got home, I packed my bag to head down to my parent's house to spend the night.
Mom's surgery was EARLY this morning, so it was easier for me to just be there. We got up at 4:30 am to get ready and head over to the hospital. I got NO sleep and was just a big ball of nerves. When it comes to my mom, I lose all sense of bravado and strength. Nothing like a surgery to humble you to your core. So, we got to the hospital, went thought prep, her pastor came to visit and then they wheeled her away as my heart broke into a million pieces. Between 8 and 10 am I clung to hope and literally watched each second on the clock tick away. I had a song playing on a loop in my head (What Sara says by Death Cab for Cutie) which made it a truly surreal experience. When the doctor came out, I held my breath and everything went into slow motion. She had done great and everything was fine and she was in recovery. After another 2 hours they had moved her to a room and we were able to go visit. Coming out of anesthesia is a tough process and different for everyone, so all I could do was be there as she drifted in and out of consciousness. We left the hospital around 2:30 and I headed home to crash and get some sleep. At 7:00 pm, Lyle called from the hosptial because mom was up and slightly coherent. It was so good to hear her voice and she told me I was brave. I lost it.

Let's just say I'm glad this day is over and I feel like I've been hit by a mack truck.
Sleep is good.....