Avery is having another good day. She is such a strong little girl. I tried to take her temperature today, which has to be done by holding a thin sensor stick between her arm and her body. She pushed me away forcefully with strength well beyond her age. Good stuff!
Quin had surgery for his hand yesterday afternoon to reconnect the ligament between the thumb and first finger. The surgeon said it went very well. He still can’t feel his thumb or first finger but they said it’s typical for it to take time for the anesthesia to wear off completely, and it’s wrapped tightly from his thumb to his elbow. He had it done at Commonwealth Orthopaedics, which is an absolutely beautiful group of angels, disguised as physicians, anesthesiologists, and staff.
Because we are both still wearing two hospital bracelets and the tiny warrior bands, “angel” Scott (IV guy) asked about removing them before Quin’s surgery. Quin briefly shared the reasons that he did not want to take them off (which they ended up not making him do) and subsequently, the entire staff became interested in our story and kept coming by the surgical prep area to talk with us and hear about our girls. After treating us both with immense kindness and (I do not exaggerate here) making us feel that healing is inevitable for both Quin and Avery, they proceeded to let me curl up in a recovery chair to wait for him, and handed me a brain numbing magazine and a warm blanket. Less than an hour after taking him back to surgery, Quin was wheeled out with lots of smiles on the staff’s faces. They were all laughing about singing Prince’s, “Purple Rain” in the operating room and that “most people take at least another 30 minutes to wake up and recover from the anesthesia — he must be one heck of a strong man.” Yep. That’s an affirmative. Like father, like daughter. Good stuff!
As we got ready to exit the building, at 4pm on a Friday afternoon in Northern Virginia (the land of the high speed professional) the entire remaining staff of the Commonwealth staff (including nurses and staff we had not met earlier that day) came over to us, gave us hugs and said, “We hear that you’re collecting money for the March of Dimes.” When we nodded, they opened their wallets and palms and handed us all the cash they had inside. The anesthesiologist had written us a check for the donation. My reaction was one of shock and awe. I’m still shaking my head at how beautiful and special that moment was. It restored a part of my soul and deepened my faith. Good stuff!
Between a morning trip to the hospital to see our glorious and strong girl Avery, a very painful trip to the funeral home to sign paperwork and kiss our baby girl Sienna’s ‘earth vessel’ one final time, Quin’s surgery, and a wonderful visit with my special step-daughter, Maddie, and Maddie’s beloved, ‘Auntie Suzanne’ (my dear friend), trips to the pharmacy for pain medicine for Quin, and another late night trip back to the NICU to visit wide-eyed and happy Avery, it was a very long day. I’m definitely running on empty. Actually, a more accurate phrase would be, “walking slowly on empty.” I did finally get a nap in this afternoon and will try to get to bed at a decent hour tonight… there’s lots of long days ahead.
We ran into parents we know from the NICU this morning as we left the hospital and they were walking into the NICU for the last time — their little warrior son is going home today after many long, difficult months. Hallelujah. We felt such sincere joy in our hearts for them all! They were leaving the hospital and going to go surprise Grandma, who didn’t know he was coming home today. Good stuff!