32H???!!!!!!! Oh my gosh, your poor Mom!

Mom finally got to go home today. She kept thanking me and thanking me for letting her stay here.

I was sick one night while she was here. I mentioned it above. Not only was I running a fever, but I was "tossing my cookies". I finally managed to get to sleep and Mom woke me up at 5:30 in the morning. She was standing over me calling my name over and over again. I said, "What's wrong, Mom?" She replied, "Nothing, I just want to know if you're ok." I have no idea how long she'd been standing beside the bed. Maybe I was making a weird noise, maybe she was lonely, I don't know. All I know is that I told her I was fine and that I was going back to sleep! lololol!!!

One time I spent the night at Mom's house. She wasn't feeling well and needed to sleep in her recliner to breathe better. I slept on the couch, which was only a couple of feet from her chair.

I had been worried that Mom would get up in the night and fall after I fell asleep. I had a very vivid dream that Mom had fallen in the kitchen and was trying to call my name so I could rescue her. I woke with a start and thought the dream was true so I screamed, "MOM!" at the top of my lungs. She was sound asleep in her chair and screamed, "WHAT?" at the top of her lungs. When she yelled, "What?" she scared me and I screamed. Then I got the giggles and Mom told me I was a terrible person and to go back to sleep. Everytime I think of that, I start giggling.