an unexpected but important trip

my mom picked us up and we headed to my grandparent’s house. We spent time together and prayed for my grandpa as he had a tough road ahead even if the surgery went well (which we were worried about as he is 86 and has had a really hard time since this injury). The next morning my mom got up early and took my grandpa in for a ton of tests and Anni, my Grandma, and I stayed behind. Annikah was a great distraction for us and spent quality time on Great Grandma’s lap reading books. It was a bit exhausting for me trying to entertain a toddler with only a few toys and in a house where pretty much everything is breakable(she did enjoy the oversized wooden clogs though).

The next day was Grandpa’s surgery and we went to the hospital and waited (I was armed with enough snacks to feed a small village in Africa and as many toys, books, etc as would fit in a backpack). Hospital waiting rooms are such strange places. Everyone is waiting but it is the sort of waiting that is uncomfortable, desperate even. You try to make small talk, watch the blurry TV in the corner, thumb through a two month old magazine while still knowing that you are waiting for that phone to ring, that doctor to appear and change the course of not just your day and life but your dear one’s life. Having Anni there was both difficult (keeping her entertained-my mom and an etch-a-sketch, the elevator and the fountain the lobby helped!)

and renewing (there is something hopeful about an energy filled toddler who can’t be contained). We waited and waited and finally a doctor came in and asked for the Kunneman family to “step outside.” Now I am sure this is customary and maybe it is my fault for watching too many ER episodes but we all felt incredibly nervous as we helped Grandma who was visibly shaken into the hallway. The doctor had great news! He said a bunch of medical stuff about the actual surgery that did not even register to us as all we heard was that he did better than expected and that he was a “tough old bird.” That is my Grandpa!! We thanked God right there in the hallway and Anni lifted her hands in the air for a big AMEN! My mom then took Annikah home so Anni could take a real nap and I could pack as we were heading out on the train at around 3:30pm as the Amtrak tickets were sold out for Friday. My grandma stayed at the hospital awaiting my grandpa’s groggy wake-up.

The train ride home was long, I think mostly because it had been a mentally and emotionally exhausting few days. Annikah was great, no crying, meltdowns, or tantrums but no sleep either. She loved the train and was far too interested in everything and everyone (especially a good looking guy heading to Chicago to visit his girlfriend for Valentine’s Day- this did not deter Anni from flirting). I even brought her PJ’s in hopes of tricking her into sleeping but she was having none of it and stayed up until 10pm that night. When we pulled into the Chicago station and packed up many passengers around us even applauded for Anni saying she was “delightful” and such a “great baby”; of course I agree!

My grandpa is still recovering and will be for a time but from speaking with him and my mom he does have a new sense of hope that he will get better. He is having some worrisome hallucinations but was able to walk around a bit (pretty good for an 86 year old who just had 8 vertebrate fused) and will hopefully be transferred to a rehabilitation facility tomorrow. Thanks again to everyone who was so understanding and gracious about me cancelling everything last minute and to all those who prayed; God hears us and He is good!!