I hear it is really hot outside right now. Haven't been out for days. Our last outing was when we left the PICU and our favorite nurse, Courtney, took Lucy on a tour to see the newborn babies, the biggest elevator in the world and the fish tank. I loved the sun on Lucy's face.
Lucy had a dream last night.
"I had a dream I was walking. Right here in my room. And you said, 'let's go home!' And we went outside to wake up Dad in the car and I said, 'I'm walking! I'm walking!' And he said, 'Let's go home!' And we did. We saw Grandma and Grandpa and Seth and Hazel and Avery and we had a big party."
A good dream. I had a dream that there was lots of beeping (four different varieties) and nurses. No, that really happened. Dr. Gooch finally gave up on trying to sleep in and around the hospital and crashed at a local church member's house. He slept well, I think. Yay for a rested Dad.
We have a weekend ahead of just resting and watching. Infection is the biggest concern at this point.
I sent this email update Friday morning as Lucy slept after her second surgery at 7:30am.
Three super cute eyewitnesses
Grandma, who brought Lucy one of her famous stained glass star necklaces for her own and has, with my Dad, been taking care of EVERYTHING back at the homestead. Angels.