Little man G.
What a pleasure to have you in our lives for this little
while.
Your home has been Red Cross for the past 6 months. You’ve
moved around in the wards and left stories all the way.
A couple of memories you have imprinted in my heart.
When I just started in ICU your were living in bed 9 and
coping on a bit of high flow oxygen. And I remember one day you sitting up in
bed and being entertained by a mountain of colourful toys…. And how you’d cry
for your mom when she went home in the evenings.
What I most remember about your second stay with us is your
big round eyes watching us work around you, the little clicking noises you made
to get our attention, your big sister sitting on your mom’s lap having long
conversations with you.
Your mom, sitting tirelessly at your side.
And your tube – coming out your nose similar to a little elephant ‘slurpie’ – and how it became like
another limb and you just accepted it. Wide awake, playing with your toys,
hooked up to the ventilator.
I’m sorry the last 6 months were so yucky beautiful baby boy – time to sleep now.
