Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Sunday, April 27, 2008
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune--without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
I dreamed about this poem last night. I have always loved it. It was my inspiration this past winter. I tried to remember it whenever I was feeling particularly anxious. However, it was more an exercise in "acting as if". I didn't actually feel very hopeful. I was so afraid Mary was going to die during, or right after, her surgery. When I woke this morning, with the remnants of Miss Dickenson's sweet verse on my mind, I finally truly felt hopeful. Mary's feeling pretty good, too.
Saturday, April 19, 2008
Thursday, April 17, 2008
I'm a little tired of being here. When I was getting ready to go last week, I complained to Scott that I was dreading the stay in the PICU again. He suggested I think of it like a little hotel. LOL! Not. However, I am so, so grateful that I am able to be here with Mary around the clock. Even 20 years ago, most hospitals didn't allow parents to stay overnight. I would be feeling much more crazy if I had to leave her each night. I also feel blessed that we have the kind of support in place to help with Charlie and Sam. I would like to be home by Sunday, especially - Charlie is turning 9!
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Saturday, April 12, 2008
Friday, April 11, 2008
Here we are on our way to the hospital. Mary does such a good job of keeping our spirits up!
She was very happy when we woke her up at 5am this morning. She was all smiles at the hospital until just before they took her back. At that point she was just really tired and hungry.
Emily planned this for me to keep me busy during my hospital stay.