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My oldest daughter, The Monkey, is in the hospital. We have been here since last Thursday, so 12 days now. My husband is at home with our little ones and a family friend is helping him watch them during the weekdays so my husband can continue to work while I am away.

My son is having a hard time with me not at home. Mostly at night. He likes to call me and we sing songs together. My husband informs me he dances while we sing. I can only imagine, which makes me giggle. We have tried to Skype and use FaceTime on our iPhones but the hospital wi-fi does not allow for this. My husband brings the little ones to the hospital every few days to visit, it’s nice.

My husband went grocery shopping and the babysitter told him, “Ooh your gonna be in trouble this is not organic. I have been here when Robin came home with groceries and she buys healthy stuff.” I was laughing hysterically when my husband told me. He did his best at the local grocery store. I think. I usually shop at Whole Foods, Trader Joe’s, or Sprouts. The wife is away so of course the house is going to play. Anything to make life a little easier right now is what I am all for.

My husband and my youngest daughter have become incredibly close. This makes me happy. Pumpkin was such a Mommy’s girl for so long. She has figured out that she is wrapped around Daddy’s finger and now it’s all over. My son, Bub, is still a Mommy’s boy. I don’t think this will change, at least not anytime soon.

The Monkey and I are having nice alone time. As she has gotten older she tends not to be cuddly anymore. She tends to not like hugs but still likes to be kissed on the cheek and she blows us kisses. She has never been one to like her hand-held… until now. She melted my heart. The first day we were here in the hospital she was getting an i.v. and she reached over with her left hand and held my hand. My eyes filled with tears of joy. She has now done this several times throughout the hospital stay and each time is as special to me as the first time just a couple of days earlier. It’s the little things that melt my heart.

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