A Sweet Moment (1)

  Sometimes late at night (or early in the morning) my brain seems clearer than any other time. At this exact moment in time my six year old is screaming, absolutely screaming, at her brother to get out of her room and leave her alone! I can hear the two year old rummaging in the kitchen up to who knows what with what knows what...the water isn't running so that's a bonus...So I guess it makes sense. In the early morning or late night the house is quiet and I've been woken up from sound sleep by someone needing something so it has had a rest as well...I sit nursing a baby....and I think of things to write. The thoughts just come to me and if I don't write them down the thoughts usually never come again. However this morning I remembered!!!! So I am going to write it down.

  I am going to do a little series called 'A Sweet Moment' and it is just going to be memories that I have of sweet moments in my life (that were sweet to me).

  This is the one that I remembered in the early watches of the night. It actually starts at my favorite store (which is why I remembered this little moment) The Button Box. They have luxurious bathrobes for sale there right now and my mom was looking for a bathrobe that was one hundred percent cotton. So I went there to look at them and we were having a bit of a conversation about bathrobes and I thought about the one bathrobe I have and maybe have ever had in my life...I probably had one when I was younger but it didn't make a lasting impression on me and I don't remember one. So the one bathrobe I own and have ever owned has to do with this little sweet moment in my life.

  Picture this...I am twenty two years old lying limply in a hospital bed. I am hooked up to an IV or two and there is bright yellow thick looking something dripping from the IV into my veins. The hospital feels dirty and dim and I feel cold and alone. I look younger than twenty two because my hair is cut so short. My face is puffy from the water retention. I am having a chemo treatment because I had a miscarriage that turned into a grapefruit sized cancerous tumor in my uterus. Not exactly how I pictured my first pregnancy going...not at all. So here I am. I can't get warm and this hospital is a gross place where I bring my own cleaning agents and clean the room myself before I start my three day two night treatments that makes me oh so sick. As I lay in the bed that day two visitors walked in who I did not expect at all.

  Enter my grandparents. My grandparents lived about an hour and a half away from this hospital. My grandma has very poor vision and hearing at this point and my grandpa is 'fine' but no one would drive in the city with him if they had any choice. So I sit up in bed feeling so shocked and so happy to see them! We have our little visit and I remember mentioning how cold I was. They asked me where my robe was and I said I didn't have one! I had never had one! I didn't think anything of it and they headed home later on...or so I thought. A couple hours later I look up and see my grandma entering the room again!! She is holding a bag. I remember feeling confused...I had thought they had headed home. It was already early in the evening and dark....she said that they had driven all over this large city they were not familiar with (without GPS or cell phones) because my grandpa was determined to find me a warm robe. The problem with this idea is that my grandpa wont enter shopping centers so he sent my grandma in them and she can't see well! So this took them quite a while but they found me a warm soft robe. It is mint green and has silky flowers on it and I think it was from Sears.

  It was such a kind act, such a sweet moment in my life. I felt so cared for. I KNEW how much of an effort getting that robe took and also that it took team work and probably a lot of stress and anxiety. I was not cold at the hospital again like I had been.

   I still have that robe and whenever I feel like I need a hug from my grandpa or grandma I put it on. I noticed the other day it is getting holes in it. Twenty two was a long time ago now and both my grandparents have passed on...and I don't want another robe. It signifies so much to me.

  I hope you have a good day. Take a moment to remember such a moment in your life...because there is one, and if there hasn't been for a while...maybe create a sweet moment for yourself today.