Ugh, what a trip.
1. MIL spent the first 3 days high on painkillers, acting like a farking stark raving mad fool, then 'confessed' to us on day 4 that she thought we were only there to see DH's grandmother and not her! What an idiot! She spent the other 3 days NOT on painkillers, but also creating excuses to isolate herself in her bedroom. "I feel like my gallbladder hurts." "I have diarrhea." (WTheck??) "I miss _____(insert DH's father's name, RIP)__." Gracious! We did have a good time with his friends, but dang that woman is grade A crazy. She hasn't seen any of us in a few years and was high, then ignored us. Ugh.
2. My parent's house: Fine, but my dad and stepmom have just one little room designated for the kids. They can't be in any other room because my stepmom is convinced they're going to destroy the house. Oh well, at least we're not sleeping on the floor anymore.
3. The first night there, I woke at 3am and Adena hadn't woken up to feed yet and it'd been HOURS. I leaned over to check on her (Had her in a tiny travel cot at the foot of the bed so the kids wouldn't roll on her)and didn't see her chest rising and falling. I put my hand on her belly, and didn't feel movement. Shook her slightly, nothing. Shook a tad harder, nothing and her head was slumpy. I woke DH immediately saying, 'I can't wake the baby, I can't wake the baby!' He leaned in and put his hand on her, and didn't feel anything either. When he picked her up, her head slumped behind her lifelessly. At this point I'm panicking, thinking ohmyGODI'vejustlostmybaby. He blew in her face, and she finally took a breath. I haven't been the same since, I have been a bit crazy about checking her while she sleeps. Now that we're home, we have the Angelcare monitor in her room so I'll be able to sleep better- but talk about scary.
4. Our first Saturday in FL, a very good friend's brother hung himself- with her home. He waited for her to go to the bathroom, she heard the sound of something falling, and went to investigate and he'd hung himself in his closet. She called paramedics and tried to lift him but he was just too heavy, and in her panicked state of mind didn't think to cut him down somehow. She watched him turn blue and die, and I'm still so, so heartbroken for her. They had a crappy life growing up, and I guess he couldn't take living with those memories anymore. I went to his funeral yesterday before flying out today, and I wish I'd had time to speak to my friend one on one about it.
Sorry so long. Oh, and I accidentally abducted my dad's car and house keys and left them at the hotel room early this morning. I'm scared to call him and tell him!