Hi! It’s me, Sarah. I’ve been practicing blogging for a while now.
Today, Mom said she needed my help.
She fell down about a week ago. There was a lot of noise. Some of it was crying. Things have been kind of odd since then.
Sitting down still seems to hurt a lot. She goes in the bedroom, in the middle of the day, and lays on her side so it doesn’t feel so bad.
She also does this new thing when we need water. She puts the water in a big cup, holds onto the freezer door and tips over on one foot to get the water in our bowl without spilling too much.
It seems to help a lot if we all sit while she does it!
Mom still loves us, though. And I think she needs us.
I decided to be the nurse. I’m not sure what other nurses do, but I lay in Dad’s bathtub and listen in case she needs me. (It’s also cool in there!)
She’s been doing the thing called reading a lot. Apparently it’s hard to type lying down.
We still do the usual things.
Everybody gets food. And love. Mom says she’s going to be fine but it seems we’re not roasting chickens right now. Something about the oven being too close to the floor. Phoebe and Luther and I are kind of sad about that. Roast chicken smells really good.
We also have people we can help. Mom says there are lots of ways to help.
She does helping on the phone.
One of our friends got her foot hurt.
Dad hunted around in the place called the basement until he found some crutches we could lend.
Mom stood in the driveway with a package of first aid supplies and gave hugs.
I’m not sure what first aid supplies are, but apparently they have something to do with the thing called healthcare. I think we have enough for right now and some people don’t have so much, which makes Mom sad.
Luther and I tried really hard not to knock the fan over while we watched out the window. It almost worked!
Mom says there are lots of things people could learn from Newfoundlands like us. We’re good at helping.
I think, some days, we even help Mom help.
I’m also pretty sure you don’t have to be a Newfoundland to help people wherever you are.
Maybe you just have to believe in love.
You can do that in the bathtub, too!
PS…Dad made the breakfast room better today. Mom gave advice. We stayed out of the way. Mostly.