Sunday, August 24, 2014

Going home

After four days (very hard on my wife, who I don't think has left Caroline's hospital room without her for more than a total of an hour), our daughter is finally going home.  Her lack of eating and drinking continues to trouble and frustrate us, but the hope is that, once she's back in the familiar environment of our house and eating more familiar food, she'll do better.

I don't know if it "takes a village" to raise a child, but I DO know that we owe quite a lot to many people: the surgeon and her team; the nurses and support staff; my coworkers for pitching in to cover for me on short notice when I had to take extra time off; and, of course, all the family and friends who stopped by to help, bring some food or toys or comforts, or simply be there.  I know that some people object to the term "Forever Family", but it was on display in spades over the past few days, and I don't know what we would have done without them.  Grandparents, aunt and uncle, cousin, godfather, and a host of friends were constantly visiting (if not staying overnight) to help out.

Above all, there is my wife who, through sleepless nights and the days of worry and frustration, stayed right with our little girl.

Here's hoping for a quick recovery at home.

Caroline's favorite sleeping position over the past few days
This huge music box is part of the hospital's rooftop playground


  1. Thinking of you all and hoping home brings Caroline comfort and healing.

    1. Thank you. She's already eating and drinking more. There really IS no place like home, I suppose!

  2. Welcome home!! I'm glad to hear she's eating and drinking more!