What a day, what a day. Baby Drew has had quite the day. He rallied a bit last night and then spiralled downward quickly this morning. 100% oxygen on his vent and a million questions. The doctors met and met and met and determined he must have surgery again, though fearful this one would be more than his little body could manage. His distraught parents sending pleas for prayer and healing for their child who has fought so hard every day of his short life. Those of us away from them could only sit by our phones and computers waiting for the latest update by text or Caring Bridge. Then to hear that he survived yet another surgery. That little warrior body is fighting to get better. He's going to get better in spite of all of the obstacles thrown in his direction. Remember this little face. He's going to do great things...he already is!
I'd talk about other things that happened today, but they don't seem very important and, frankly, they are pretty boring. I folded laundry while watching Alias reruns, made soup, bought K-cups for the hub and listened to music whild cleaning the kitchen. Living the dream, friends. Living the dream. I am very excited about the possibility of getting to see Bob Newhart on Saturday if we can find a babysitter. I'm a pretty wild person. I go out on a Saturday night to see an 83 year old man do his button down comedy act. Mock if you must, but download some of his stuff. WItty and intelligent. What more could one ask for?
Again, remember that little face looking at you. He has great things ahead of him...and we can say we knew him when.
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