P is for Phone Call

 My mom called me this morning! It was at 3:30 AM 😅 I didn't realize what time it was, I just saw "Mom Cell" on my phone and thought, I should answer this! She said she didn't know what time it was but she was bored. 

It actually was a really good phone call for me. She might have been overwhelmed with Jeri, Jeffrey, and I all showing up at the same time, with nurses and dad and everything. So anyway we got to talk a little bit, and she had forgotten how to use her phone (dad says she'll probably forget and remember things fairly often), but she knew how to ask her phone to call me so she did. I'm so glad she thought of me. It's probably like a trauma response, but I'm so happy to help my favorite mommy. And I'm glad she knew that in her brain. Probably selfish to be glad I'm the one she ended up calling, but thinking of the blank look on her face has also been haunting me since I saw her. But she remembered all sorts of things, asked about my husband's upcoming surgery, remembered where her ice machine was, I could understand pretty much all of what she said, and while there were pauses, it was definitely a conversation. Very lovely.

Anyway I got on my computer to do some Christmas shopping, so, even though I wish I could go see my mom (maybe I can make arrangements tomorrow after Alison comes home?), I at least feel like I have the capacity to do that, and that'll be fun. 

Thanks for calling me, Mom. I love you. 💓