Last night was difficult. One baby back in the hospital, one spending his first night without his parents. Today we are taking turns going home to spend time with B. We are hoping to exit with Frances in tow soon, and praying that we don't see the inside of this place again for a very long time.
Sunday, March 11, 2012
The route to the parking garage. The elevator ride. The space themed wallpaper. The french fries. It is all the same. But my little girl is so different. She is not that four pound bundle who looked like she belonged here. Now she is big and strong. She plays with toys, laughs, rolls around with her brother. But here we are again, on the second floor of children's hospital. Frances has not been able to fight off her virus as well as Barnes, and when she became completely unable to hold down any liquid we had no choice but to bring her in. Now the biggest concern is getting her breathing back towards normal. She looks so pitiful in her tiny hospital gown with a giant i.v. board strapped to her arm. But she is getting better.