I think my plate is a bit full

On January 4th my grandpa arrived in Denver for a visit. We were all very excited for him to come so we could see him and so he could meet Wyatt. When he arrived they ended up taking him straight from the plane to the ER because his oxygen sats were low and he needed oxygen. We assumed that he was just negatively affected by the altitude, and he had caught bacterial bronchitis previously so we figured that didn't help either. I was able to pick him up from the ER that night, and we had some oxygen delivered to the house for him. As the days went on, he seemed to be getting worse, and we started to fear that he had a virus or bacteria which could be spread to Wyatt, and our concern for Grandpa was growing. So on the 6th we sent him back to the ER, and he has been in the hospital ever since, so for the past week.

I am the only family member he has here, aside from DJ, Austyn, and Wyatt. His piece of work of a daughter can't be tracked down, so she's useless. So, I go to the hospital every day when I can. I can't take Wyatt with me, for fear of germ exposure, especially with all the flu cases out there. So I can't go during the day while Austyn is at school, and have to wait for DJ to get home from work before I can go. Which means I have to have dinner on the table the moment DJ gets home, so we can eat something since I don't usually get back until 7 or so. Then Austyn has to do homework, take a bath, read, and get ready for bed. I thought the weekend was going to be easier, but I had to pick our car up from the shop yesterday, and pick up Wyatt's meds from the pharmacy, and DJ invited his dad over for the Bronco game, so I had to be here for that. Today, I had to get groceries, and DJ is helping a friend move, so I won't be able to get down to the hospital until 6 or so. Then I've got to figure out some dinner. And tomorrow is Monday and it starts all over.

Thankfully, my aunt is a big help from afar and has been dealing with changing Grandpas flights, and she calls him daily and talks with him for a while. This past week was especially convoluted because of Wyatt's cardiology appointment, and scheduling both his cath and his Glenn. This coming week I have to take Wyatt to get his Synagis shot, and Grandpa is currently scheduled to fly out a week from today. We still have no idea when he will be discharged, but he will need some time to recover at home before we can stick him on a plane.

I am feeling so torn in so many directions. I am trying to mentally deal with Wyatt's upcoming cath and surgery, which dealing with figuring out his Medicaid and all of the medical bills that continuously come in. Austyn has a musical performance coming up at school that I have to make him a fox costume for, and I have not even begun that process. I am trying to be present at home for the boys, and be as present as possible for Grandpa since I'm the only person he's got. Plus I still have to keep the house in some sort of order. This mama is so ready for a break! My best friends family has come down with the flu, so we can't even go out for some girls time, at least not for a while.

Hopefully things will start to calm down soon. On a brighter note, Wyatt is doing tremendously well. He is over 13 pounds now, and is happy and smiling most of the time :)