Bette was having a tough time sleeping the first week home after neurosurgery. The medicine made her mouth dry. Her neck ached from sleeping on her side in a weird way that wouldn’t be putting pressure on those 56 staples holding her skull together.
Petie, her sister, was staying overnight and heard Bette moving around in the middle of the night. She got up and went down to Mom’s room and got into bed with her. Mom couldn’t sleep, wasn’t comfortable.
They lay in bed together, sister and sister. Talking. Not thinking about time. Not worrying about not sleeping Just being together.
What a comfort. For both.
In times like this it’s often good to forget about time.
Tags: Sleep