I can still feel the cold in the CTICU'S room, can still smell the medications, can still feel the fears, but I have my confidences. Our Isabeau will get better,our Isabeau would be home for Christmas for the next many years.
Craig and I was sitting next to bed M, staring at our very very sick 8 days old isabeau, watching the numbers in the monitor went up and down, nurses busy writing report for the next doctor's round.
I turned to Craig," Honey, may be we should do something for the nurses."
"Yes , we should!" Craig replied without thinking twice.we then left the room. Walked to Vons, picked up some cookies and apple ciders for the nurses. Came back to the room, waited for the both long and short needles of the clock to get to the number 12.
5 mins before 12am, we poured the apple ciders into the cups, pass in to the nurses. Started the countdown, 10.., 9..., 3.., 2..., 1.....,
Merry Christmas!
It felt right, it was the warmest christmas ever. Spending the Christmas with Our first born child in the hospital was not really a great experience but I think it was all worth. Coz 4 years later today, she is happy and alive. Most importantly, she is surrounded by people who loves her in the occasion.
We wish all of you have a pleasant and wonderful Christmas this year!
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