On this day last year it was Mother’s Day. Holden was 3 weeks old, in the PICU, and about to receive his first heart surgery. Dustin and Corbyn brought me fake flowers (bc you can’t have live ones in the icu), and Corbyn picked out some lotion for me the hospital gift shop. We really wanted to go out to eat for dinner, so I reluctantly left Holden while we went. He hadn’t been allowed to eat for a week so he was so fussy. A nurse held him and put one of my ratty night shirts on her shoulder so Holden could smell “me.” I’ll remember that for a long time because it was sweet of her to do that so I could walk out the door.
Btw, happy nurse’s week.
Of course, when I got back, shift change had happened, and being the nature of the PICU, the new nurse couldn’t stay and babysit Holden the whole time, so Holden was screaming his head off– blankets thrown everywhere. He was a mess and so was I. From that point on, the longest I ever left him was to go to the lobby Starbucks, and only if he was asleep (unless Dustin was there).
For this Mother’s Day, Lord willing, we won’t be in the hospital. You can see by the pictures that they’ve both grown A LOT since last year. I’m looking forward to giving my 3rd year in this Mommy holiday a better shot than the last.