I just had to share that little Henry has improved to the point that for the first time, he could experience his mother’s touch.
Very carefully, the nurses placed the baby and all his tubes and wires into place where he really, really wanted to be 12 days ago. I can’t help but think that, at the top of an alarmingly long list of medications and sophisticated devices designed to sustain this child, this human touch is by far the best medicine he’s gotten so far.
The EEG from yesterday waits neurology interpretation until next week when the baby should be ready for the cranial MRI. Wait training, indeed.
And thank all of you who have offered prayers and comments and expressed your hopes and concerns here, to Ann and to me in person and by phone and email, and on CaringBridge–folks who in an odd way seem like family, too. It means so very much to us.
…I thought the sun rose in your eyes
And the moon and the stars were the gifts you gave
To the dark and the endless skies
I felt the earth move in my hand
Like the trembling heart of a captive bird
That was there at my command
I felt your heart so close to mine
And I knew our joy would fill the earth
And last, till the end of time.