Update 10

Early update today, there will most likely be two.

Last night was rough. We decided when it was time to sleep that she seemed chill enough we didn't need to give her Xanax. As a result, at 5:45am she was saying "Drink!" I looked up to see her skeletal frame sitting up in bed stretching her arm out trying to reach the cup on the table a good three feet from the bed. Erin (who made it home late last night), Anne and Dad all jumped up to stop her and to give her almost all of the water in that cup. But it wasn't enough. "Drink!" I ran up to get more while Dad prepared her meds. She wouldn't lie back down. I came back and she had finally sat back on her now-raised bed and fallen asleep again. Dad put the cup on the table and went to sit back down.

"Water!" She sat up again. This time Dad gave her water and then shoved a Xanax in her mouth. "You guys are too slow," she said.

We gave her the Xanax and the liquid morphine and she settled back again. But not an hour later she was sitting up again trying to get out of bed. Jennie and Erin and Dad all went over to her. "I want to get up," she says. "Okay, where do you want to go?" asked Dad. "Upstairs. I still have things to do." "Well it's still early Lynnie, we can do those things later." "I still have things to do. I want to go home." This conversation went on until Dad finally got Mom to lie back down and eventually all the drugs kicked in and she calmed down and slept. I feel as though if she was able to cry she would have.

None of us knows what those "things" she has to do are, but there's no way she's leaving the family room. Last time the only way we got her up the stairs was by having her sit in a chair and Jarrod and Uncle Steve carried her like the Queen of Sheba up to the couch for the family photo last Sunday.

However, as all of this stress and sadness has been happening my poor cousin has been in labor for two whole days trying to birth her first child. Her husband is in India, unable to get here to see it, and the little munchkin kept making it hard for Julie. First the baby wouldn't turn so it could drop. then when it did, Julie's cervix wasn't dilated enough. Finally they took her to a hospital because she began to run a fever. At 2:35 this morning a little baby girl entered our family, and as soon as they are able my aunt and uncle will be coming here to tell the news to my mom in person. You see, Mom, before all of this craziness took off, was positive she would die the day the baby was born. We want Polly to see Mom alive at least once before she goes, and I know I at least am worried that's why she's still holding on.

We shall see.