|He's trying to decide if he's going to play or not.|
This afternoon, he's playing!
|Aaron's closet in his room.|
I bring these so the staff can
see him happy and playful
like we do.
It's interesting how thoughts process here in the PICU. There's a butterfly on the door across the way. I really hope it's not the little boy whose mom I met last time. Another friend's daughter, up in Canada, is really struggling in some bad ways. A LOUSY way to celebrate a sixth birthday, for both of them. My heart just aches.
But then, when I was downstairs, I ran into a couple I met a year ago. She had just given birth and her son had some major issues. I think I remember that he had hypoplatic left heart syndrome, or only half a heart. Not a good way to start out life. BUT there he was, in the stroller, no oxygen or anything! He was in for a check-up and they're between surgeries. That was a wonderful thing to see. And another T18 kiddo who has been in the hospital in Texas is on his way home. He's not 100%, but like us, his parents can handle most of it at home.
So our goal today: to be boring. We're definitely on the right track.