We got stuck in rush-hour traffic today and the pharmacy took 40 minutes longer than expected to process our prescriptions, but I didn't care -- my baby was WITH me during each of those minor inconveniences, and that was all that mattered!!!
As wonderful as Primary Children's Hospital is, I am SOOOO glad to NOT have to go there to be with my baby. She's asleep in our own bed right now. Aaaaaahhhhh.
Some of the memorable moments from our week with pneumonia include how well she handled all the poking, yucky medicines, vitals-at-midnight... she even handled the NPO (orders not to eat or drink) with remarkable grace and stamina.
Her vocabulary now includes such words as "rash," "medicine," and "fever" and how "owie" was her word to indicate how annoyed she is even if nothing really hurt... How she recognized the stethoscope from day one and pulled up her shirt to help the listener get a clear sound.
The time she played with her teapot and tea cups for an entire hour. Yes, at nineteen months, her attention span really lasted that long.
One time, the housekeeping crew came through, swiftly tidying up, emptying trash, and sweeping, trying not to disturb and not even making eye contact let alone conversation. As they left, Miriam called out: "Thank you!" The surprised smile was indeed a reward for her politeness!
And once, out of the blue, Miriam stopped playing and looked up and said, "Jesus." This was a bittersweet moment when she sensed Jesus near -- because his presence may have been so that a fellow young patient could cross through the veil to the other side.
Again, I reiterate how grateful I am for the amazing place that Primary Children's is. Their staff is phenomenal; their facilities are magical!
I still don't want to go back.
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