As salaamu alaikum...so to continue and end from where we left off, I arrived at the hospital about 9:30ish in the evening and we are both so tired but, we push forward. I remove all my bags from the car and my cousin looks at me like hmmm?? where are you going with the bags ? I reply "into the hospital, bcuz Im not leaving until she leaves". He shrubs his shoulders with a funny look on his face and says "girl you should stay thats a good idea, im proud of you" lol. So ok were on the elevator with 5 bags and a sleepwalking 6 yr old. We get to her floor and my stomach starts to rumble but not from hunger rather from fright so I tryta calm myself as to not upset my Mom. I open the door to her room and I notice firstly that its like a whole apartment lol its huge with a full size pull out and very tall closets and cabinets for your guests stay. She's still asleep but she hears us moving bags around so she wakes up and notices whos there and starts to cry. Shes exclaiming how happy and relieved she is to see me but, at that moment I realise that she Can talk! and that she has also regained some mobility on her right side so I start crying with her, then the baby starts crying which inturn makes us all Laugh. We talk a little bit but I see shes still weak so I suggest that we all get some sleep. The next morning its time for me to speak to the Doctors, nurses, specialists and home care because I just refuse to have my mom in a nursing home when Im more than able to assist with her Daily living at home. So days go by and shes getting stronger and stronger (alhamdulilah) and the doctor is considering letting her go home tomorrow (I sigh in relief because the hospital food aint all that its cracked up to be lol).
So its confirmed, and we are preparing to go home. We all get things in order and a good night's sleep because now the pressure begins.
I use my aunts truck to take my mom home but of course she would like to make a cpl stops but not b4 the stop to get her some "real food" lol. The ride home was good and shes happy.
We've been home for a few days now but, for some reason I have this crazy feeling that has taken over me, its like a strong feeling of RESPONSIBILITY. I suddenly feel like I'm the Parent and how could I leave my child in such distress? Shes "my' MOM no doubt but, she needs me like a child needs a parent. How could I leave to Migrate or to even go back Home for that matter, when she needs me so much. My head is spinning like crazy (I can't go, I can't go) for weeks thinking of my master plan, when all the while I should have just relaxed and waited, for what The Master of all things has planned for me. I tried to do it all without asking the Most Gracious for help, I tried to take control of this saddening situation, without calling on the Only one in Control of all situations. How could I forget about My Lord? How could I not remember that He said , He would make a way out for the Believer. How could I forget, that Dua changes things and although I can't make Dua for my moms health I can make Dua that My Situation becomes easy (I'm emotional as we speak). After about 3 more weeks of handling my moms business and home schooling my babygirl, I notice my mom is walking ,talking and making breakfast for me now...Allahu Akbar...La Hawla wala Quwata ilah bilah. The next week shes using her Tablet again, the nurses that come in 3xs a week and the physical Therapists are so pleased with her recovery and they just adore this kind and gentle lady whose daughter has remained steadfast throughout. They give me much thanks of appreciation and her an A+ on her health report but they reassure me that they will continue her home care as long as needed. Shes lost 11 lbs within 4 weeks from the no salt diet (ie. no pork lol) and at her first doctors appt she has given my mom a clean bill of health Masha Allah with advice for cautionary measures in the future. Her sisters have both agreed to visit each other more often and there children have agreed to the same thing because we DO NOT know when our time is to end..As I was making plans to go home shes letting me know that even tho she will miss us greatly its ok because shes ok with me leaving. How happy and sad I was at that very moment for this is My mom who Allah and His messenger has Commanded me to respect and take care of. Shes letting me know that shes ok and safe, and thanking me for the things I have put in place that's intended to insure her safety in the future as much as possible. Iv done my job I've done the very BEST I could do as far as I can tell. I can continue on with My Plans, continue on with my Mission for Migration because I put my Trust in Allah and He most Certainly has made a way out for me. Im Home, Im planning, and I speak to my Mom more than ever and I'm content with the outcome. So I remind you Ya Akhawaat Remain Focused No Matter what!!! Make your intentions sincere and put your Trust in Allah having no doubt that He will make a way out for the Believer...Thanx for reading and riding with me...Ma'a Salama.
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