12-23-2005, 01:01 AM
We spent my daughter's first Christmas in the hospital with her. She wasn't breathing very well and needed to be in an oxygen tent thingy with asthma treatment medicine piped in every now and then. Being that she was old enough (11 months) to be aware and terrified of the whole thing, I stayed in the tent with her. By the time I got out after 3 days, I saw fog in the corner of my eyes for a full day after that.
One nice thing about being in there around Christmastime is that people really do go out of their way to recognize the kids in there. She got two anonymous presents- one terrifyingly happy teddy bear that was about twice as big as she was (we called it "scare bear"), and a homemade M&M dispenser that had her name woodburned into it. It really meant a lot that people would take the time to do stuff like that, even though little Gris was too young to notice or care at the time.
Of course, there are kids that are a lot sicker than she was, and that must be a very trying experience indeed. 3 days is the longest I've ever spent in a hospital, and it was plenty.
One nice thing about being in there around Christmastime is that people really do go out of their way to recognize the kids in there. She got two anonymous presents- one terrifyingly happy teddy bear that was about twice as big as she was (we called it "scare bear"), and a homemade M&M dispenser that had her name woodburned into it. It really meant a lot that people would take the time to do stuff like that, even though little Gris was too young to notice or care at the time.
Of course, there are kids that are a lot sicker than she was, and that must be a very trying experience indeed. 3 days is the longest I've ever spent in a hospital, and it was plenty.
Why can't we all just get along
--Pete
--Pete