Dead Silence

I woke up to dead silence. I missed hearing the sound of my kids running around, arguing, and trying to figure out what to eat for breakfast. The only sound I heard was my mom’s breathing through a baby monitor. She seemed to sleep well last night after I changed her wet diaper.

She called me up and asked me to put a sweater on for her because she felt cold. I could barely get her to sit up. I spent way longer than 15 minutes with her. I prepared bánh mì thịt nướng with half Starbucks Frappuccino and half milk for her to drink. I closed her door and let her eat breakfast. I told her to yell if she needed me. I can hear her through the baby monitor.

She tried to reach for her phone and somehow managed to recline herself into her chair. She couldn’t get up to go to the bathroom. She sat there and was unable to move. I could not help her to stand up to her walker. She breathed heavily. I called 911.