Personal Writing About My Mother and Her Stay In the Hospital by Master of ZoulDuring second period math class, the PA comes on. I hear ‘David Higgins to the office for an early dismissal, Please’. Being as I was only in the second grade, I rushed to the office, only to see my God Mother waiting for me. She tells me that we have to go pick up my other two brothers at pre-school. I asked her why, but, she only responded with ‘I’ll explain later’. So I followed her to the car and hopped in.
We rushed to Mitzvah, where the pre-school my brothers were in was. We picked up my two younger brothers and rushed to my God Mothers home in Millville. My God Mother then explained that my father would not be home for awhile, being as he was rushing to Cooper Hospital to see my mother. At this point in time, being of such a young age, I started to block out a lot of what she was telling us all. I only remember a little bit of that period of time because of my memory block. When my father had come home from the hospital, he told us all that our mother had been in a serious car accident, and that she wouldn’t be home for a few weeks.
I don’t remember very much after that, except for the fact that the period of time my mother was in the hospital fell on her birthday. So, all of the family, except me, sat down next to the stereo. My father plugged ina microphone, popped in a blank cassette and hit record. Each one of the children started to sing ‘Happy Birthday’, then ended with a personal message. My father then recorded his message.
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I was in so much shock and horror that Ididn’t want to record anything. I was under the belief that my mother wasn’t coming home at all. My family kept trying to get me to record something, but, I refused. After about a week or two of my mother being in the hospital, the whole family got in the car, and went to visit her.
Being as it was a very large hospital, and a lot of people were being brought in every so often. We were not allowed to stay very long. We had to sign in, and then go upstairs to the waiting room. My mother was in a special room, so we had to wait for a nurse to bring her out to the waiting room.
We visited my mother and then went home. I can’t remember much about the visit, except that it was very short. My mother then eventually came home. She had to sleep downstairs in a special bed, because she couldn’t walk up the stairs.
The accident had crushed her right ankle bone, making it rather hard for her to walk. Actually, she wasn’t able to get out of bed for a long period of time. When she was finally able to get out of the bed, she had to use a wheelchair. Once she was able to leave the house, the family started to look for anew place to live. We couldn’t stay in the house we were living in because of the damage to my mothers ankle.
She would never again be able to walk up the steep stairs in the old house. We eventually found a house in Landis ville, were we currently reside. My mother did as much as she could to get the house straightened up, with the help of a few very nice friends. I have learned to love my mother a lot more, and cherish life for all its. The accident had left a small memory block.
But, until this day, I can remember sitting in class and hearing ‘David Higgins to the office for an early dismissal, Please’.