I was scared to death.
In his hospital gown, oblivious (thank goodness!)
One last cuddle before heading to the OR.
I just now finished rereading all the posts (scroll to the bottom and read up) from the hospital stay and the tears are flowing again. Seeing the pictures and reading what that poor kid went through brought it all back. Good thoughts come now too, of all the people that love us and took care of us during those weeks we were on autopilot. You sat with us at the hospital, cried with us, fed our bodies and spirits, prayed for us, helped take care of Reagan, and rejoiced with us.
Last year I could not bear the passage of time. I hoped that if I went to sleep, the world would get put on hold and we wouldn't have to face the surgery we had been dreading. Not that I am excited for the passage of time, but today I celebrate. Nolan is happy and healthy, and along with his sister, make our lives fuller everyday.
photo by Eleanor Chuey
1 comment:
He is a brave little boy! He has come so far.... {{{{hugs}}}}
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